To the person sitting in the dark

Blue Skies

Taking a step away from the overcrowding loneliness is like

Searching an open exit over a thousand exits closed.

Hoping for the greatest escape that would take you away

From the deepest color of ocean rendered on ones greatest curve.

Expecting that a friend would drift towards you and pull you into

The shore of bundled happiness and joy, all of what you can think of,

But neither a movement nor the smallest pitch of sound is heard,

Still you kept on waiting to every tick and tock of the clock,

And not even one came when you needed them the most.

P.B.