Musings of Desolation

It’s the end of another tiring day. Spiraling waves of frustration, anxiety And profound remorse Slowly swallowing all happiness One man left awake On the shore of a dreary ocean A horse, an irritably disillusioned one Stamps its foot on the hapless sand The sky above, reeling seagulls Their screams reverberate into the void The ceiling-less space, that darts back Onto the earth with enhanced rage During summertime; better insert a cage And put the seagulls and all other birds Into that; while let unrepentant waves To sweep all little red crabs into the womb The unfathomable gorge of time and space Before darkness, the soothing solace descends slowly...