The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them
the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life,
settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure
of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence.
The sequestered moments of distressed awareness,
drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being.
The truth of trustful conviction sinks under suffering
made with mirage on the ruffled ripples of disorder.
In homeless languished life’s impoverished landscape,
sorrow-paved avenue contours convoluted uncertainty,
winds to nowhere at the fading fringe of the time future,
beyond the befuddled perception of toiling time present.
With the faceless faces smeared by the shadows of scorn
they walk on slimy Kensington Avenue of cardinal crime.
Life trampled by insolent wavering footsteps in journey
under the stupor of opoids that never ends their pain.
They seek the benevolence of the society to help them
in their search for the lighted path away from squalid environs
for their suffering souls to discern the abode of empathy,
as they strive to find the way out of the dead end avenue.
Categories:
unstratified, addiction, depression, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Mind molded in webbed design,
strands of many hues align,
strange patterns not unified
in psyche unstratified.
In its fold dark secrets hide,
not known to the world outside.
Reticent mind never cares,
the burden it slyly bears.
Captive of my own making,
all my dreams I see breaking.
Hurt introvert senses moan,
I suffer mutely alone.
Into Narcissus I turn,
me in mirage I discern.
In oasis I find glee,
for I’m there with only me.
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April 8, 2023
Syllable count : 7 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with rhymezone.com
Contest : Write A Jueju-Qijue
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
Categories:
unstratified, analogy, lonely, me,
Form: Jueju