drizzle

Watch the sunset without waiting for the sunrise

While waiting for the flowers to wither

As the winds send their message of another goodbye

In a never-ending cycle

Of being born

Living as if it’s the only reason

Beyond why life was breathed into the dust

And soul became one with the body

Living yet still lifeless

Eyes deep yet distant

Like rainbow which shows up

But never reaches the waiting hands

Damp with the drizzle of a sudden cry

Of skies that would never reach

The highest of soil

Mounted without reason nor form

At mind when it was made

By the same hands

Full of calluses and bruises

And forgotten memories and unkempt traces

Of promises in vain, innocence

Tattered like covered-up truths

And it repeats

Repeats like a broken melody

Of an endless, silent sonata

Hummed by cowardice and played by grief

While the city is asleep and the only lights blaring

Are neon lights incomparable to the fireflies

Without wings to flap anymore

To ruins and modernism washed

By clouds with their stream of tears

That hit the pavement like an army

Facing the momentum

Of its last battle

But night eats up the whole city

And it’s the ears that see

Of choruses unfit to be sang by happiness

Not even by comfort

Withstanding chains that are not binding

But suffocating to the core

Drowning under the darkness

Praying not for the first beam of sunlight

But of a song that will lead

Those feet to the end of the tunnel

Without stone bricks for its walls

And just mere stained glass

That confuses imagination from reality

Of sadness that eats from the inside until

The only left part is the need

To reach an end

Not another stained pattern

Of selfishness taking over selflessness

And drought overcame by heavy tides and gales.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thanks a lot for passing by, comments are greatly appreciated.