The rainbow is broken
The rainbow is broken; twisted, jaded, cracked and faded.
A once-loved token; that existed – now degraded. What it lacked had made it
the most beautiful reminder of a glorious reality now left so far behind: There in the dusty recesses of time it’ll wait until someone would see the value lying there, wasted, in the shadows of a mind once fruitful; useful, truthful, youthful.
To whom it may not concern
Why is the sunshine constantly evading me?
I stand somewhere and I physically see it fade away.
It floats off to another place away from me,
and I shiver in the gloomy darkness day after day.
Tired old carpet
This life is blind:
the eyes are the mind-
what you see is what you do;
disregarded are all the truths you ever knew.
There is no thought spared for the down-trodden individual
whom, despite its circumstances, is an enlightened intellectual.
Too despaired to change one’s own life-happenings,
another day is born, another day is killed;
many things are too much and you’ve had too much of many things.