Move Poem by Paris Thulare

Why the sudden rush of blood?
Why the sudden fever in your skull?
Why are you wearing such poker emotions?
You have made your moves with no caution.

A sun at its brightest is at times in collusion with the cumulus .
A thunder at its worst,
Is best in conclusion with matter
A candle in the dark,
Can too be stricken by the wind
So, who are you not be replaced?

In a human form,
Curiosity took many to the early graves
While some are mumbling.
In an emotional form,
Questioning took souls to that deserted town,
The nobodies to anybody
The rockies out the factory,
So is you, out of love.

It is okay to be replaced
Your actions led you to this moment,
It is okay to be loved,
Either way you were not going survive.

You are where you are now
As a matter of actions
Not that one is marrier than you
You are by far a crouching sword
Whose direction is yet to be determined