Vulnerable Times

“Are the thoughts durable enough?”, asks the vulnerable times

It’s just early evening that succumbs to the rough hurriedness

Persistent demands in an irritable language drown the senses

There’s no one to rein in the words; they are of a stubborn nature

Forces of a riotous type drive the thoughts across in screeches

Chaffed dialogues speak of a more devastating supine nature

Looks harmless from a distance, but the tremors are lethal

Feeble time and weak feet cannot soften the rude stones

Looking for that slight bend, and escape, at times vulnerable

~Amitav