The monotony of existence

The monotony of existence, the scared face of life, haunts my figment’s dust. The blank sullen eyes, which of dream are bared are drenched in, worldly physical- criminal lust. The night that charmed my existence Now dreads me, out of unknown fears Where the bats fleets in the past tense And the morn is born- like ‘ones in many years’. Still- hope drills my mind- Still- my breath out of positivity is sweet. I’m new, not crippled nor kind, But my tears are still salty, oh! Nature I couldn’t beat. Akash Sangwan