Self Sabotage

These days

I'm trying to learn 

The art of killing. 

I've killed thoughts.

Prayers, wishes.

I've killed a

Couple of people, 

Three cities.

Some roads, rivers. 

Seems it doesn't 

Matter.

I've been killing 

The ideas I can 

Pen down, 

Memories I can

Save.

Reveries I can

Hold on.

I've killed you too,

Last night. 

And how hard

It can be to

Let lose other

Vanities.

Friends, parents

Home.

It doesn't matter

Right?

But as I write

This, standing here.

Standing alone.

Like an ocean

That has lost

All its water.

Left with just

Sand dunes and

Salt mounds..

I realize, that

A waterless ocean

Is not even a desert.

It's just a subtly 

Flaunted disaster.