A Blurred Image

In the course of the age
Feel me trapped in a cage
It’s a lonely voyage
Convoyed by a blurred image

Been so much to me for years
Nights spent in plenty of tears
Wondering why these sudden sears
Unidentifiable dread, in me it rears

Never my intention
To dig up any attention- Still
The image stays with much infatuation
Devoid of every expectation

Me abstain from its presence
Even snub a simple glance- but
It tailed me in silence
Never fall short yet a single chance

Choices are close never once
I botched miserably every chance -as
Something clogged my psyche as a fence
Put down my emotions to bounce

I rather grumble -that
God never been humble
Emotions being utterly crumble
Lost senses of balance thus tumble

In my silence I felt so lonely
Whilst there was always a hand hazily
Forever hoped for a thing essentially-and
It illustrated up but never did me snatch unfortunately

Within the humankind of give and take
The image just confers yet never fake
Elapsed rejoinders leased me bake
Somewhat a candle-less birthday cake

The image been just right in my eyes
Simply kindness for what it plies -it
Just nice as a thing of admire... No, never all lies
An imageless butterfly, in me it flies

The image natters all as in mind
Most of it been me… what a bind?
Even so, me looking for something I won’t find
Gazing forward but somewhat stepping behind

So off beam what I did
Never a right thing for what I bid
Not an image of ogre to get rid
Still I hide away as a tiny kid

Time flies away just too fast
Yet my untold stories are still vast
I sense, sensations certainly not to cast
Believe my mind on the run to blast

Somewhat a riddle with no clue
Like a water tab without any flue
Having a broken mug to repair, but no glue
Feel all the colours are gone but isn’t blue

Counting one, two, three and four
In sudden I’m in rush of descending hour
I could foretaste a hand waving in harbour
Gone relish of sweet leaving just sour

It’s time for the image to depart
Go as far as it supposedly should apart
Never me grasp once it been my life’s part
Now I lost the key and no way to dart

Things are never going to be as sweet as yesterday
I lost and found something precious on the same day
Not Sunday, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday
The pain and the bliss are forever all the day

Thousands of emotions are in the process of blend
Is it will last forever? Don’t know where to amend
The enigma has been answered in the end
It’s a tale of friendship and the image of a perfect friend!!!