Alliteration Poem by Natalia Bakina

My mental martyrdom’s recurring
To melt my will... I can’t resist
The mightiness with which it’s blurring
Me into your melancholy mist.

Your maddening mastery is sensed -
A magnifying magma flows
To lead my mutiny against
Mean morals in malicious shows.

You guide me through a magic maze
Where multi-coloured meadows sleep
Under protective mountains’ gaze,
And milky waters lull them deep.

I’ll chase a mirage - wishful sights -
To merge into your moods and ways:
Mild mornings changing mournful nights,
Your murky moons and mixed up days...

Your tuneful moments make me feel
All music – my euphoric seizures...
Your wistful manners – mute appeal –
My mind will meet magnetic visions...

Macabre views will leave their mark...
My mania for a miraculous existence
Is just a mere try to give this life a spark,
It is my masquerade, my model of resistance...


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