One Day

One day,

when the moon hangs shattered

into a billion asteroids

and oceans at last summit the Himalayas,

You will feel the walls closing in.

As the pleas that died in their own chorus 

return to haunt you

taunt you, who has finally lost his voice

for a lack of audience.

Age will catch up with you

but only to laugh as you drown

within a frenzied crowd

and wonder where it all went wrong,

but only for you.

The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2021. Day 26. I am very angry these days.