Deceptive images embedded on my way-
Creating a haze on a broad lit day.
Blocking my view of what lies ahead,
Making me dizzy in my head.
The moving shapes above the ground-
Fumes of the burning earth creating those around!
As though to express its tormenting rage,
A reply to the abuse; I envisage.
Yet as I walk further down,
The colors bled from seemingly brown..
Enabling my eyes to see beyond;
At one time what seemed to be a shining pond.
I look back upon the road I had traveled,
I see all the mysteries I had unraveled.
Still stood there – as if in time,
Laced in acid – pillars of lime..