The senses of life

I saw myself from the window of the future frame stirring life in the eye. I heard the throes of past pangs and inevitable blows that screamed without a listening ear. I tasted victory and drowned in defeat as I stay true to the tongue. I smelled corruption polluting the life I had and inciting anger and anguish as I followed my nose. I felt that, the deceit and conceit that runs deep and conceals itself in the human skin. Senses sensed in senseless and experiences experienced in scrutiny envelopes the unknown to parcel the package of life. ©Acousticwrites 2025