As I entered, I ventured, the stuff were too me centered.

It was tough,
To not find my centers.

A picture, fractured my misery.

With excuses of fractures.

It was a rupture!

It captured, my most emotions and adventures.

The guards welcomed me inside, waterfalls were splattered.

And I was really flattered.

It matters and always mattered.

A void, I saw, I entered.

It matters to me, always mattered.

I like it!

I'm happy!

I'm happy that I entered!

In days bygone, I went to a birthday party

It had a stack of mouths to cater

Contemporarily I blow the candle

Coincidently it said something reminiscent of 'later'

I think my mouth in smithers, shattered

When I found the cake was dettol lathered

'Sorry', said the candle, and the cake in litters, splattered

Beyond the copious curtains, the dough was silently battered

'Mom', said the son

Its mind murmured, 'let's just have some fun'

Its mind land is just as agonising as the sun

Despite canon, why do I find myself having a ton of headaches, probed by all these, assumptions?

Not much time is left

If I were to dodge a direct hit, to the unbereft

My reaction would be deft

Only if the hit were a literary theft, not a strong copyleft!