countdown

Standard

A block of inner ball acquired inert skull,
compressed airtight and knocks outside,
frigid yet humid, cannot breathe out freeness
of a smile, caught in dry scorching loneliness,
a paralysed pull in the third eye, eyelids shrink ugly
impaired eyes blurred by sun-glares of daily despair ,
toe-nerves stiffen often to a pained mass of crippled heel,
cobweb-clad vestigial pump faintly existing rather unused,
sluggish waves of ebbing thoughts, doomed dreams and
insensitized actions falling in undifferentiated submergence,
A chronic disorder of imperfect incompletion is this L-I-F-E
Deep underground inching each minute until point of C-E-A-S-E.

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