Category: Poetry
Theme: A convoluted view of the world
Wish time would come to a halt.
To keep this moment in a vault...
Free from all the worries and faults,
The tiresome views of exalt.
It's midnight I embrace.
Blur the foul, distorted faces;
Cast myself in the empty space―
Shatter the crawling trepid of grace.
Abrupt, still, gradual.
Corrupt, but impartial.
Blind, yet critical.
Heals, even so, is fatal.
Absurdity surrounds us as such!
The human mind creates such meanings...
Whimsical, nevertheless it is grandeur for much!
This I write, in a stupor of yearnings.
It doesn't connect, you see.
A random bunch of thoughts put into words;
A crammed crowd of pleas!
A crazed minute of unraveled contemplations!
Now, if you see, the nonsense permeates.
The toxic creations, the fraudulent messages...
The wicked ways in which reality is made;
A grave mistake― yet a prodigious immaculateness!
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