Morning smeared with the unsettling images

That the first light has to endure; a perversion

Brought upon by the reflections through cracked prisms

Wild guesses on the patience of time

Cracks are visible on the trampled pathways

Inconsistencies, and sustained injuries by the actions

Tremors of dysfunctional thoughts

At the prime of indecent era- belligerence, anarchy

Violating the sanctity of a brilliant morning

Visible absurdities from the misguided crowd

Only a matter of time, before tranquillity is scarce

Sudden realisation upon a impatient world

In a hidden corner, at the most inopportune time


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