Saturday, August 16, 2025

No mouth breathers here

 A corner, dusty, cobweb filled, so used

An endless rhythm of life’s another endless ruse

A stare, dull and broken, cracked and fused

And almost muted rhythm of veins still pumping, overused 


A hillside of the shoulders sagging still

The imperfections, gaps that keep the focus nil

A concave chest that’s barely enough for lungs to fill

A crooked frown on the face, so tired, never kneeled


Will never fucking take the stifling leash

The seconds trickle out like a useless wish

The clock that hits and kicks till bloody flourish 

The concrete willpower, hone it, always cherish 


The boulder of the fucking need

The force and keening of the greed

The fucking push of having ounce of grit

Because the rest just fuck, and fucking feed!


They lie, and take for granted

The universe, so cold and unrelenting 

But in the end, it is tormenting 

To step up, brace and fight, while the whole damned world is melting!

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