Launching it’s long war.Emptiness; the siege of time
The beauty of seeing more.
The pen walks the page idly,
Retracing it’s tracks occasionally.
Encrypting its long history
Destroying my literate sobriety.
Why. Why am I blocked at this time.
With so much to contemplate.
Why. Why must I blank out the truth,
Why must I dare to look at you.
When no words enter my head.
I lie still, gazing into the spaces imagination ran from.
Simplicity encompasses my entire complexities.
The paradigm shift of my thoughts has taken me nowhere.
The hegemony of lethargy hijacked my system.
I wish in place of my lost skill.
But wishing only spreads the spill,
And makes me ill with morbid behavior.
And the tendencies of tentativeness join in allegiance
With the crusade of passiveness,
Exploiting my loopholes to the extent,
That the virus’s crawl into everything I know.
I’m nothing without controversy.
Nothing, without my epithet of ingenuity.
There is no epitaph on my grave.
For the world became ineloquent, immediately.
Mercy evades my gaze,
Again, I am cold to the heat of spontaneity,
Again, I am alone with my insanity.
I wave my white flag, but the persecution of continues.
The serenity is disturbing.
