An ominous silence..

An epoch,
An embittered premonition,
A soggy stain of phlegm spat
on a nauseously blue canvas,
A singular stagnant dark cloud,
hovering, hoovering,
the smile from the curves of my lips,
words from the molded air, exhaled,
now only in a sigh, a vacuity,
of the formless thoughts,
of an ominous silence,
a dull promiscuous mind,
ushered through moments,
still, impotent, constipated,
tamed, de-clawed with reason,
resentful of all and everything.
An irritable continuity
A sentence never complete d..



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