INSULAR

Banal mental upheavals,
Cloud the inner corridors,
Painting dull streaks,
With unending rapidity.

Each streak curls its tail,
In bands of unsightly insulation,
Fomenting insipid deviations,
Unrealistically seeking recognition.

The state of the mental hovel,
Displays immense depravity,
Spewing drivel in captivity,

All along awaiting a blinding light!