Kaleidoscope of Emotions

Gerge O. Dolyf

Eyes looking at the plain ceiling of future,
sharp tears streaming down,
trying to
cut the tangled thread of thoughts,
trying to
slash the flesh of agony,
trying to--
cock-a-doodle-doo!

Soft and tender wind
caressing her sluggish limbs
Droplets of peace
washing away the make-up of the buffoon
Opening the cabinet of reason,
she grabs new clothes of pretension
She, then, walked outside with a smile,
accompanied with gloomy eyes;
the shadow of dubiety is following her

Breathing the air of the new morning
Suddenly, the cold breeze is becoming perilous
punching her nose,
kicking her chest,
then she just collapsed
Expectations, they are looking at her
with a reflection of disappointment on their eyes
No one has ever told
that her existence would be the reason of her suffocation

How would she know that she's still alive?
Or, is she really alive though?
What are the qualifications needed to be called alive?
Oh, questions!
Sucking her remaining strength
even on the brink of death

She asked,
"Why are you so hard to reach?"
Looking at the clear sky
Trying to touch the birds of freedom
that are flying above her
Millions of birds
but not even once she did hold such

She smiled and asked again
before shutting her world,
"What if living is death after all?"