ANSWERS IN SOUND

In the midst of the dire sound
I yearn for an epidemic still
In the iota of the busy bound
I need a release of solitude till


Blood and thoughts within splatter
Without control, the scale splutter
Wind of bloom blow on a platter
Wish I capture like a skilled shutter


Anger almost peruse questions below
On a wonder if I'm right or wrong
Doubts lurk to take over on the low
Faith I must to fortify the throng


The world bears but ageless noise
But echoing answers wait in sound
I am continually stuck to make a choice
That my fruits may reap ground round.


Live, Love, Laugh
 Kaylove.