My image is fading from my innate vision.
I am a silhouette cracked by
naked tree branches like dry veins.
I crumble to a pile of defeated dignity.
An air of insecurity looms over my living remains.
The world denies my mantras and
I fail to comprehend the logic behind its beliefs.
Perhaps it is rejection rather than incomprehension.
Waseem Sherif 06/08/2016
another impromptu write on the phone.