Insignificant

Insignificant

A single red orb dives behind the vast blue velvet

Fragments that have been cracked/ torn since innocence

Old hands are making sure of the deteoration of the world

Assuring that the human race goes into rural silences

- in a profound, elegant, sick way.

We can scarcely distinguish between reality, lie, dream and truths -

We find ourselves too incompetent to do

Something necessary - it has ended in cruelty.

Unstuck in time.

Celebrating by clapping their frustrated hands

We find it putrid - we do not even have a meek faith

in passion - we have been sedated

They are happy that we are only issued dazed

Wanderers - a collective congregation.

Livid sunset - array of scarlet clouds

A single red orb descending into autumn greyness

There is no reason in you wearing a dead man's clothes

The world turning grey as the orb descends

I am living in a clay pit - clenched pressure

Insignificant atom in an earthenware dish

I am suffering a chronic dumbfoundness

I inherit a smaller legacy - my only chance to escape

From the grim imprisoned life - it is marked as my destiny

Moving towards a solution - uncompromising as if it was inspired

by love - a new inventive iteration.

I am restraining myself

My savage affections roar in my head

Consisting a present hideous behaviour

A gruesome callousness.

Why me? Why them for the matter? Why anything?

Because I simply am, this sad true moment is!

Trapped in the amber of this moment

There is no why!