Sterile thoughts clog my void brain,
I cannot wade through thoughts profane;
The want far exceeds the frugal means
Of sustenance that life did me ordain.
Each day I hope for a pregnant sunrise
Each day the boredom I despise.
The numbness remains my vital shadow
When will life bring me a surprise?
I feel compelled to shield my eyes,
From the naked shrapnels of the past.
What stark, bare force in them lies
That bring them up out of the dust
The need for a physical consolation escalates;
Blocked are the routes of escapades.
This is a poem I wrote way back on a June evening in 2008.
