Unperturbed silence interrogated

The clouds shaded the sky grey,

The world silenced with the rusted fumes 

Of dismay

Of the wind that stopped its walk,

In a tick of second,

The glass shattered into pieces,

Its sound reverberating in the static bareness…

The pendulum swayed indifferent 

Of the dying day…

The sullen heart groaned in pain…

Mocked by the clock

That spoke of transience

But the world had fallen in a deep dark valley

Of no return 

Of no hope…

The pendulum still swayed 

Untouched by grievances that moaned aloud…

Eyes tired by the monotonous silenced day

No dusk, no dawn 

Just rusted fumes galore…

The vocal chords stitched to muteness…

Hands that flung deep into 

Roots of trust of mates…

Were found decayed,

Rotten, withered…

Not sunken deep within but 

Wearily wounded over the unreal surface 

Prostrated by the fake masks…

Wondering if the world was nothing 

But a mirage…

The glass was broken,

The world had fallen…

Yet the pendulum still swayed 

With its menacing laughter…

And suddenly the wind blew uptight 

Slashed the sky,

Rusted fumes bled red…

Monotonic grey swirled in rage

Yet no one awoke

To this dreaded dismay,

The silenced world slept 

In the deep dark valley of gloom

And incapable of change…

No words crept into the swirling sky,

The roots that had seemed your’s,

Shredded in the testing storm,

With hollowness that didn’t moan or cry…

Cause there wasn’t any,

You’d once thought would’ve been….

The sky that broke into fury 

Of rusted reds and swirling madness of winds

Exhaled its mocking laughter

Echoing the pendulum’s sway…

Of reality that meandered where you lay,

Engulfing your weary stand...

Muted lips

And clouded eyes

Awake to a new day…

With no broken glass

Deep blue sky, that hid the story of past…

Brightened sun pierced through flaky dust…

And the pendulum swayed

Echoing sounds of realization…