I walk with no end in sight.
I walk alone in the night.
Tears of grief not met by words of love.
Fears of doom not met by words of hope.
False hopes had I many.
The light I saw was a mirage.
Death now doesn't scare me any.
Waiting for my turn to turn into ash.
Alone I've been, through my life
In solitude and in company
As well in joy as in strife
Only me and me in harmony.
Sounds of joy, though brilliant, are hollow
Much like the seven colours of the rainbow.
Colourful, they mask more than they show.
Grief is the light and the path for man to follow.
2 comments:
what makes you so zealously sad?
nyway nice poem...
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