Sense on leave

Sense on leave

Life grounded. Sounds of vehicles
Merge with cries of various classes and
Sameness shamelessly defeats the newness
of all kinds
Imprisoned in poisoned melancholy of frozen
thoughts
Icebergs are upside down smirking at the
mountains,
Silence measured, calculated.

On the other hand, leaves are drying up
Ponds, lakes covered with brown fatigue.
Sky laughs with innumerable teeth
Of basic hanging colors, white, black, gray,
Nothing rises above the focus. Faiths of
bullets, guns
And incredibly visible sharpness of arms
Are awed with respect from all corners;
Horizons have merged into a ball
Replete with the hunger of hired anger;
Known result of stagnation, starvation
Horror, terror has scrapped all other
Impotent words from the dictionaries.

Green leaves that dare to peek, rainbows
that connect
Troubled floors are royally ignored;
Dumped in the confines of writers
Never to be read or heard,
Creativity lies in the destruction of life.
The world that was born years ago
With a lot of care is all set to be
destroyed with intelligence,
On sabbatical smokes hibernates
the sense.