Inertia
Short spates of workaholic spurts of frenzied work.
A burst of starlight
That ignites the black,
Blights the black,
Fights the black,
Rights the black
Until the dark silence returns,
Until the frantic moments
Are usurped
By doldrums of daunting inertia,
A vast swathe of offensive nothingness,
A vapid vessel of pensive emptiness,
A quagmire of numbness,
Blindness, dumbness
And a brutal sense of futility.
Copyright © Kaleem Raja | Year Posted 2012
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