A clandestine thought,
The presence of dearth of heart
Flowers blossom in the minds
But chests remain empty throughout
All smiles seem to fade away
All that remains is the constant stare
No one can look away,
Truth standing here, staring us in the face
Bodily pleasure is all that we seek for
Forgot what souls and hearts ever looked like
Running behind money, numbers and indifference
Crushing hope and aspirations with a spike
Serenity leaks out of the mind’s door
Constantly seeking to replace that poison
The poison of utter chaos and emptiness
But now the heart just beats and not feels
Existing like a living corpse
Body rotting in old age, mind rotting faster
Have we stopped caring
Or we really can’t care at all?