Blogging from A-Z Challenge: J for Jaded World-- a poem

J for Jaded World—a poem

Now all the casements and egresses 

 are closed, and we are trapped in the stinking room

eternally waiting for a dollop of fresh air,

on a spot of melting sun; a dead fly rests on the window sill,

its corpse-eyes glued to the closed exterior,

it’s head resting on the un- sunny mat of dust.

All around me life balks, stops short and waits for an end.

The clammy cells of our bodies refuse to profuse anymore, 

they die in hoards, drowned in the acid of blind ignavia.

And then there is the heated up, hollow disposition

of a surfeited, exiguous  physical life too.

This season’s white-washed wall is fading away,

it seems as cold as a corpse with protruding cheek-bones—

lifeless!

A bunch of yester-season’s flowers and crows

form the jaded company that pulls its shroud off

with unheard cries of alarm and hatred,

and all the while, the un-jocund earth lies still, 

un-calm, unhappy

in the coarse-pink satin layered box of eternal torpor.