An isle of barrenness A desert of futility A forest of refugees Mark the life With limitless uncertainties.
A firework of emotions Sparking the demotion Of salvaged self control.
Empty mind Lost in the grind Of unknown entwined Searching for logic Wandering for intellect Strayed in the phenomenon Of barren confined.
Striving for extra ordinary Devising surprising means Losing our own identity In this useless stream. In response to Eugi’s weekly prompt ‘identity’.
Pending hopes Hesitant ways Feared Intentions Reserve restraints Tattooed emotions Swaying admonitions Dominating masked life For us to sever.
Curling roads Floating meadows Rising mountains Falling rainbows Silent lakes Ravishing flows Depicting life In all its shadows.
Pouring rain Washing strains Of long scorching days Humid thoughts Perspiring intellect Bringing freshness To tiring bodies Drowsy brains.
The wave of pain Drown me in vain Of unexpected traumas Hideous realities Blunt lies Blatant truths Bursting out cries Of innocent demuths.
Is it easy? To have patience To kill your Self respect To mar your honour Is it easy? To have patience To hurt your ego To endure rude behaviour Is it easy? To have patience .