What’s The Core Problem?
So what’s the core problem?
Owner asked lowly, his voice contemplating whether to absorb the cradled ears of his audience.
His lips parted, peeling its deception.
The words spoken doesn’t seem to appear righteous enough nor justify.
So they remained still, apart.
The eyes of his listeners still steadied on his posture.
He sought to lead but even he was fractured in that very question.
What’s the core problem?
What truly was this sinister thirst for hold?
What contaminated the joy of his flock?
What grounded their spirit to two aim?
One being the need to lead
And two being the need to contain?
What rapture cursed their own innocence trapped inner.
Strengthening a dark obsidian covering on their cushioned thoughts.
Propelling only the hunger to enforce a reality tarried by growing roots, dark, twisted, stinking with rigid depth that threatens fragile opposing seeds, only seeking to illuminate a lusher shade of green upon the world.
His flocks spread their tentacles ever so wildly, claiming , crushing the produce of the seeking seed.
What’s the core problem?
What imprisoned their hearts?
A covering unpronounceable even to owner.
What’s the core problem?
An invasive portrayal of hold, puncturing hurt into the deepness of the seeking seed with a mission only to contain.
Its long branches shrinking a burst of righteous germination consuming it only as a fuel to its own length of despaired existence.
What’s the core problem?
The question still boulders the air.
A contoured scope of reality forged from us!
Our only hint of ease shared to similar ruined obsidian covered cushion groomed only to thirst for hold.
Richer tentacles but cursed still given.
With a stink captivating only to contour opposing seeking seed.
Containing reality eventually, still with a fear untold to me the owner
What’s the core problem?