Did I defy all that treachery?: A poem 

I keep wandering into the skies 

thinking it is my haemoglobin of vitality 

But should I liken it to a magnificent dystopia? 

There is foraging and there is devouring 

like earth is a microcosm, of such a legacy 

Could you believe that ages have seen this cruelty? 

What is the wisdom of such a febrile creation? 

I remember, it was an infliction on Godly intent  

How omnipotent is a miracle against onslaught? 

So, I keep sadly tweaking the twilight between stars 

detailing how much continuum can bring ultimatum 

to retract back to the honorific symposium of singularity 

I feel my rhythms falling to a loquacious unhinging 

as if thought is not dedicated to meaningful word or action 

Was my love to be fragmented like shattered glass? 

Or was it to lose its deep softness and become crystallised hard? 

Am I in the underbelly of ignominy; would I long to break free? 

Look at all those stars; expectantly shining there for me! 

Is it only an illustrated imagination or an aspiring density?

Is it only a blind reflection or a preordained unison, 

pleading my intrepidity to destroy all that invading treachery?!