058 It’s all in the mind : The Stench

The Stench

One sees the white waves,
Giving one an illusion of pureness,
Blinding and fooling one in close sight,
With such bright white waves,
Luring one to jump in,
As one stood mesmerized,
Unsure of such existence of beauty,
Only to find onself sucked in,
Into the rotten black hole,
Filled with stain, stench and disgust.

~The End~ 

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.