It’s that day again
She ran out of words or, rather,
they ran out of her.
They fled.Scared,they hid
in cobweb corners of hollowness.
Like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
And she is the captain,
the last one to go down.
Time flew like a comet,
and years have taken minutes
To dissipate in space.
Making the ship heavy.Not old,but sick.
Dry wood.Doesn’t go down easily.
Alas! At last,when life has flown into
the thirsty sea -a feast
to the monster of thoughts.
Dragging it down.
The waste.The waste.