Stench

Posted on by Reena Saxena

the stench of rotten memories
makes breathing difficult
stuff well past its expiry date
nurtured in empty pots
devoid of fertile soil,
light and water
to fill up vacant hours,
minds and hearts
screams loud.

idle minds are devil’s workshops
is an adage
outworn, outdated
-idleness devours happiness
it consumes humanity
if it ignores the purpose
of existence
-to march ahead
-to discover life
afresh, anew

Weekend Writing Prompt #360

11 thoughts on “Stench”

  1. …askew

    kind of a fun thought, innit?
    add a word to the end of a poem?

    if you google search ‘askew’, something happens.

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