Marmoris

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Beneath layers of insecurity and chaos
bedlam and all this ruckus of the end,
desires and pining for a life of family,
I am floating in my head.

A lacuna of sorts,
from the banal conundrums in my head,
where dubiety and uncertainty engulf my thoughts,
I am flying in an ocean.

They will doubt my will, my existence,
cynicism will reach new bounds,
incredulity filled ogles won’t bring me down,
I am drifting atop marmoris filled tranquility.