Why is it
When I look
Up at the sky
No longer
Is it day
But always
A darkened
Night
With the moon
Hidden behind
Thick clouds
That never
Seem to move
With a breeze
That whips by
And steals along
My heavy sigh
I walk among
The wilted roses
That shrivel
From my eyes
And bloom
Once more
As I look away
Blinded again
By beautiful
And terrible lies
And as I turn back
The knowledge
In my gaze
Burns them
Again and again
And they fade
What blooms
When death
Is so near
What music
Arises
When a heart
Pitter patters
Fear
The piano keys
Fall to the floor
The keys transform
And lock all the doors
A chilly apathy rolls in
With thunder booming
In the distance
But I ignore the supposed
Sins
And clutching my shredded
Heart
I keep walking
In my garden
Of wilted roses
And barren fountains.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
