Drone

Silent drones

Endless moans

Tip toe through my tones

Escaping a mindless shout

Sucked in and swept out

Across a widespread pout

What was the doubt

That stood in the way

That endless sway

Mind-dubbing decay

Oh my dismay!

How could it seem

So glistening and sheen

Like it was meant to mean

More than what it spoke to seem

Effervescent and so unbroken

Within it a soul has awoken

Sent to a heaven, unspoken

Given the green light token

Underneath an upswept gust

Unspoken through broken trust

How did it all go bust

Momentarily paused, like rotten rust

Upon a broken shoulder

How dare I see or smoulder

Which way the left right told us

It's hot but getting colder

Unto the bespoke upended designs

What is the truth or is a lie

Are we really going to die

Merely something to satisfy

That branch of craving hunger

I'm growing old yet feeling younger

When do you ask does it trance the vulture

Perched on its branch, intertwined culture

Is it all just an illusion

A god sent time of confusion

To aid in poignant mind protrusions

What is the old time kept solution

Set on, upon the alter

I swear it wasn't my fault-a

Contrived on the island of Malta

Said yes but it was a cult-a

Set back and rewound into fight

Like the lines that see what may be right

In contrast to what is wrong, the light

Set against the darkness in the night

Picturesque and tempestuously posed

What failed to appear, did I not suppose

Evergreen watercolour artistically prosed

Imagination wandering towards the closed

Box that's filled with escaping drones.