Opened or closed – Not a subtle change

Inky darkness pouring – Into the dried eyes


Cryptic yet deafening – Trapped within the cage

The voice of no one – Fogging the mind


As blackbirds sank  – In the dazzling white sun

Wondered, if they were aged or not – The floating leaves in the morning breeze


Fingertips all gone numb – Running through

Rumpling and ruffling – The tangle of frizzy hair


Blurred days of life pass by – The clock is ticking fast

The overwhelming uncertainty – Is the inverse just improbable?


Let the exhaustion be exhaled – Along with the churning toxicity

To breathe the lightness in – Till it all makes sense


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