UNTOUCHED

Blank thoughts, of a plain horizon

triggered by a vain expression,

drowning in the shadows of a dark moon,

hungry for your insecurities 

as light suffocate in the

background of prosperity.

Berried sorrows,

neglected in the anticipation

of a new beginning,

crunched in the fettle position

wishing its existence gone 

like a child reliving its

motherless life in the womb.

A world with strength built in fear,

in it, a metropolis risen from ashes

scrapping the sky like a colonized

empire drenched in history.  

Untouched. 

@artisticpoet_