Mostly that has been gnawed by the ignorance Dull images of barren branches Parched territories still breathe for existence Waiting for a miracle- apprehensions are real Time has been deserted due to the confusion Consciousness dangles precariously The ferocity of the intense wind blunts contours Ages have gone by without remorse There is only stifling narrowness and flailing echoes Scripted chaos turns into an eerie … Continue reading What There Is