Infertile Spaces


In the vast spaces of mind,
time refuses to tick,
knots furthur intertwine,
the demons within wreck,
and loneliness takes over,
a desert sprouts.

Infertility engulfs,
leaving behind a trail,
of coldfeet,
and disquiet reigns.

A combat begins,
the sane and insane war,
the insane argues,
the sane seems to lose grip.

the sensible shall win,
calm demands,
an ounce of chaos afore!


Daily Prompt: Desert


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