A TASTE OF TOXIN (An Original Poetry ➕ Poetic Emphasising; Interpretations and note)

We're but spectators,
encircling a scene of gladiators,
each man with glad tidings,
or sad little whimpers,
in their crumbling hearts.
a viper resides like a landlord,
sometimes a timid land,
in the very pit of the soul,
splitting us between the devil,
and the deep blue sea.

Sometimes, a taste of toxin
is but sugar to the lips
death is but muffin,
to numb men and weary girls
inanitioned by our self pride,
sunken in deep misery,
when we're meant to float,
like a fluffy feather.
still, that which soothes
is but cyniade hidden in an embrace.

In the midst of the mist,
many many men,
are like balloons on a lampoon,
sitting certainly still,
for a taste of toxin,
not to kill but revive,
We're but scampering a burrow,
in search of beautiful fading things,
that'll gladden the heart,
dazzle the sight
like a taste of toxin.

We're like lorries in the sky,
with rickety ambitions
and unmotivated dreams
to soar is to leap without looking,
sporadic sunshine without mooning,
the path we thread is lethal,
footsteps retracingly frugal,
the things that dampens our bed,
are but a taste of toxins,
sparingly dangerous but sweetly appeasing

POETIC EMPHASIS AND APPRECIATIONS

A TASTE OF TOXIN is a beautiful piece that sheds light On the excesses of the human anatomy, it speaks rather paradoxically of how we reject what we want in pursuit or embrace of futile and baseless things of which will definitely never be serve us any purpose or importance. The poem emphasises on a very surprising phenomenon that is, it stresses that sometimes people understands the danger of trying to go after futility and vanity but surprisingly these things are often so alluring that it takes the mind off important and imperative things which is definitely lethargic to our respective journeys as humans.
Stanza three is metaphorical, expressing a whole lot of imageries as to the pathetic and culpable situation mankind finds themselves. Here it expresses dangerous things as something very delicious and irresistible and it uses direct comparisons to intermittently show the relationship between the things we're attracted to for example death is muffin which of course sadly expresses how we tend to interprete some narratives beyond our reasoning.

We're like lorries in the sky, with rickety ambitions is a beautiful expression of how lost we are when it finally boils down to making decision as to whether to let go of sweetening things that'll eventually ruin us or continuously going throttling with it in aforementioned or prefigured knowledge that we're sitting ducks and eventually we'd be harmed. The poem in general is a challenge to folks of the human race to embrace a certain visissitude which is obviously considered right whether it's beneficial to our present predicaments but the fact that we are considering the certainty of the future for our betterment in eventuality.