Chaos Of Thought

Chaos Of Thought

Days are drowning away

One can’t go yet, he should stay

Feeling like he is astray

Doesn’t leave him till this day

One more day and one more toss

For the meaning, he has lost

Dazzled matrix of the world

For a second, give him halt

Hold the baggage, special fare

Take a ticket and exhale

An addictive shade of grey

Bothers no one but himself

Unpredicted swings of mood

Never can be understood

No escape from solitude

In an austere attitude

Foolish saying mindless words

Hurting people just like swords

Understanding of the whole

An illusion of some form

In the nothingness of thought

Nothing hidden, nothing solved.

– By Artem Stelmakh


Artem Stelmakh