Nobody noticed the Withering,
that all-pervading shadow
perambulating the globe
in perfect anonymity.
All the people became stretched, thinner,
hollow shells full of envy
following those that ate life,
that peddled insecurity,
the crowds led to the familiar,
no fears, no innovation,
good ideas turned to dust
blown away to obscurity.
This was the Withering in action,
a flooding banality,
a wandering pall of grey
killing originality.