Not the diminishing darkness Persistent shades of it’s rusty feelings stays Avows its decisions to smear the brightness Day starts with a sense of feebleness Dreams intruded the sleep with grim images Where every event pulls you down The fierceness of the visions Periodic paralysis of the vibrant thoughts Hopes flailing against the deluge Time behaves like quicksand There’s no way one can flee the … Continue reading Feeble Images