One’s golden era of life

The art of poetry I give to you.. an expressionalistic rendition of my personal life’s view.. tho ‘Life in Verse’ merely manifested on my moment of merciful need..I’ve been reeling poems over and over at rhythmical speed

So whilst I create them with compassion allowing fantasia now and then.. I realise it is my addiction.. yet my drug is my pen.. so my cup overfloweth with an abundance of words.. I write for the reader so my thoughts shall be heard..as I slouch in solitude on my sofa in a lonely room, the emptiness is overjoyed like a florist’s floral bloom

I shall be lost in oblivion within a bubble in my brain.. seeking out 
adventures again and again.. silently searching for that sensational shread of happiness or pain..dusting away the cobwebs amidst my boredom pain.. perhaps this symbolises one’s golden era of life..to express my gratitude as a Mother and a wife