Impromptu Poem 06/08/2016

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.

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