Here I am, dwelling In the oblivious wasteland Where I am to reside, waiting For the eternity to arrive, that prolongs As the time escapes like The sands in my hands.
I see the sky morph from Sinister darkness to pinkish flecks, Turning to bright, flamboyant cornflower blues to Light ember at dusk; Turning as its words were given To back where it was - blackness. Full circle is the life, like mine As the days promised me with Words of the Divine, While I wait for the end to arrive That comes with mocks and Taunting smiles.
I beg for it to engulf me in Its cocoon of forever bliss; But I wonder - is the forever of Misery or peace? Hah! None can say what lies Underneath, for it's a surprise not For others, but also me.
Grey waters we all swim in, Murky and dirty in our sins and misdeeds; Sometimes we fall in its depth Like the victims and at times Seek refuge in its camouflage, muddied To hide from everyone and from The eyes that sees all yet ignorant - Of within. #291119#grey#waters#sins Miss me? Flamboyant - colorful display and that catches attention Flecks - to color as if by sprinkling something To whom it may concern