Poems: A collection

Under The Yellow Umbrella

The world around us is so gray
It's bleak and hollow
Only sorrow exist in this world
So when you ask me why I'm under this umbrella, you should know

In this world the hope you have goes away
Little by little
Withered away by people or events that you are unable to explain
So when you shake your head at me , remember the hope that has gone away

Joy is no more
Joy is something have to pay for
But even then you won't feel it, like a drug you're weaning off
So when you get mad at me for not buying it, remember the last time you felt joy

Friends are gone
Only mannequins in their place
All plastic, hollow and fake
Faces devoid of life and feelings
So when you tell me to go and be with friends, let me ask
When did you last spend time with your " friends"

There is no life here and if it is, it's very little
It's like a desert, empty and dry
You'll most likely die
So when you tell me to get a life, ask when did you live yours

This world is so gray
Nothing here has no life
No joy nor soul
No one you can trust
That's why I have
A beaten up old umbrella
Sure it has holes and sometimes get blown up by the wind
But in this world of cold with no one to hold
It gives me hope
Something I thought I lost a long time ago