Austerity

A forest of thoughts,

Of desires and fantasies,

Shrouds the sky

Within the grasp of gleaming towers

Echoes of good memories linger

The warm air smothering our fears

Tensions cut loose

Lonesome yet fulfilled

Life as a transitory state of mind

A stupid poem

Numbing drones fill the air

Waves of noise crash and pull

A torrent of unknowing

Of swirling irrationality 

As we move about

Crickets buzzing about our minds

In a ringing, shrieking miasma

Pulsating grievances

A shivering reminder of fragility

Of vulnerable thoughts