Assault!

The assault was trivial,
It couldn't  hurt one's epidermis,
It could never disrupt a smooth day,
It couldn't engage one's senses,
For more than a few seconds.
But it made me numb,
It sent my head whirling,
It annihilated my thoughts,
It drew a curtain over my vision,
It accentuated my solitude,
It embossed the vacuity,
It squelched all signs of the make-believe joy,
It amplified the feminine disposition to embrace melodrama,
It caused the genesis of this drivel,
And squandering of some more internet space,
It was an accidental abrupt end to your phone call,
Should you be forgiven?

Nettled

Decisions were made only to be discarded,
Confusion was resolved only to be reinvented,
Passion was forsaken only to be embraced again,
Novelty wore off only to disarm you a little later,
What prevailed and reigned,
Was uncertainty,
With its exasperating pervasiveness,
With its unsettling expanse and growth by the second,
Coercing me to forsake my dreams,
Showing me the mirage of bliss,
And bracing me up for the misadventures.