THOUGHTS

 "Poems use ordinary words with new meanings and bring out surprises"

                                                     

                                                    Profvarmaphoto

They are dead

They are dead

For they are bred

On society’s bed

red

With violence in silence

Sans benevolence

Thoughts

Thoughts ferment

Into cancerous froth and bubbles

I struggle to pierce the large mass

A driftwood drawn down the drain

Into a fiery vortex in frenzy

I zoomed my lens far

But could not see anything

But the dark clouds

Around which I wished

To see a silver lining on the edges