roots

a tiny little grain.
planted
deep inside
ages.ages ago.
has taken root.
ages.ages ago.
a flourishing plant.
in full bloom.
ripe fruits.
and grapes of wrath.
flowers.
going ..going.. gone.
deep brown and black.
stonecoloured shards .
unmoving.unbending.
on an expressionless face.
Have you no shame?
no feeling divine?
laughing.mocking.
established rules notwithstanding.
overwhelmed by a sense
of strong,biting emptiness
that sings.
All the days to come.
are wrapped in dainty
little wrappers
shiny and bright.
deception.
lies.
no bright lights
at the end of the long dingy tunnels
only blindness.
and a laughter.
as sinister as hell .