Dec 16

Way of Life

melancholy leaks through this ruptured way of life
the sulfuric stench of fear finding every corner
inevitably this is the only thing left
in this scornful tantrum of fate
the only thing left to ward off hope
but it does its job without any exceptions
blank stares and stoic expressions
are we really this pliable?
like clay, cracked and dry
yet still being shaped
by cruel and unforgiving hands