FRaGiLe

Encased like amber,
dreams filled with
illusions
mind shattered
and enslaved
in walls of
seclusion.

Breaking down shielded walls
while gardening others up in
a fast pace
while
the heart beats
in a sea of corruption
waiting for destruction
to take its place.

Heart piercing the air
crying out for a purpose
while the storm blows in
casting crowns
in periodic sequences
for trepidation
to surface.

Indulging in
Catastrophic endeavors
that manifest like
a rushing wind
blazing tearing down all structures
that corresponds in
its path.

Purposely harming yourself
to see if you can feel the pain
taking life in
prescribed quantities
holding on to the
fragile threads
to stay sane.

A sequence of events
quenching the thirst of horror
like water being indigested
by the blistering sands
of the Sahara.

Looking for answers
from the person
in the mirror
compulsively concentrating
on distorted views
while the whole world
inside you
is deteriorating.

Reviews

[Ada]

Watching the news is one way you are sure to feel like the whole world is coming to an end, so this apocalyptic theme that your poem describes is very familiar.

[kelvin]

We need to be mindful of things about. Thank you for your thoughts here, I do appreciate it.