My rainbow fell over
No longer held up with dreams and desires.
The beams, rotted away with life's nightmares
Left to dry out in the sun of my despair.
Scorching heat of reality burning the colors
No more red, no more green, no more blue, no more yellow
Just brown and black of a burnt forest
And crinkling ash instead of a peaceful brook.
Standing over its remains
My world in this curve at my feet
Winds' loneliness whispering in my ear
The smell of singed hope teasing my nose.
How will I walk this earth
No rainbow to walk towards
No tower to store my dreams
Just tumble weeds of reality brushing by me.
I guess in time, I will collect new dreams, new hopes.
And this journey of life will have some purpose again
The steps I will take will seem new and scary.
But time, time always has a story to tell.
1 comment:
I feel the pain, but I also felt the hope at the end of your rainbow.
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