We’ve always been hopeless,
and now our usual blue,
clamped overhead with gazillion thumbtacks,
has fallen upon us like an enormous canopy.
The pale blue, an overlooked wound,
we were too proud to not have,
spews us with some more gray.
We’ve started to believe this canopy is too big too thick for us
to puncture with our mightiest missiles.
Our collective acumen, an insignificant specimen,
is now a frightened, wounded pup.
Some of us are afraid to even open our mouths.
Some so valiant, we write poems.
We all say, we,
negligible bit on an imperceptible planet
circling around a fireball circling around
one spewed spiral mess, not bigger than an atom
in whole sandstorm, falling into infinity,
are so feeble
and dumb to be important.
We’re even more hopeless.
We cannot fathom our own existence.
This us is just one dot on a canvas.
Our enemy is a dot inside us.

Those last two lines! Perfect!
Wow !!
‘just a dot on a canvas’👌👌👌
beautiful composition.
Beautiful poem
This is beautiful!!!
I really like your blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. Do not hesitate to visit my universe. See you soon.
I browsed through your blog just now. I must say I LOVE your collection. I think I’ll keep coming back for inspirations.
Do you mind if I use a photo or two from your blog for my poems? Of course, I’ll link it back to your blog.
Thank you Nekneeraj for your words. Of course you can take the photos that inspire you to illustrate poems on your blog. It is with pleasure that I subscribe and consult your blog 🙂
Thank you Angelilie 🙂