An Immature Resentment

The day began with a clout,

Reimbursing a full-fledged bout,

Enforcing an overwhelmed doubt,

Settling towards an inexplicable rout.

 

 

 It languished over a past  occurence,

  Which lay  on a deceitful evidence,

 Thus harping on a demeaning  reference,

Moving towards a  feigning preference.

 

 

 

The method of thinking over and over again,

 The process of brooding about the repeated refrain,

Intimidates on a retrospective gain,

 Inferring  a living with a flimsy brain.

 

 

 

 Hence the provaction is baseless,

 And the anger is lawless,

The bewilderment is meaningless,

 Corroborating an immature resentment.