How long can you stare at the stillness brought upon by gloominess?
Sincerely holding on to the cynic who wants to believe the unbelievable
All the images are solitary, if not being bound by surrounding reflections
Blue sky responds with a wry smile at the ripples of life’s chaos
Faces distorted over the gloomy canvas creased by the daily troubled accents
The languages strain for a victorious end from the beginning of an argument
Accentuating the forces inimical across the temples writ with fear
Disconnected from the voices and their wisdom that could have guided true