Missing You

where you used to be.

Child

Those golden days are nothing but memories now.

banshee

a harbringer of doom begins to scream.

frustration

frustration – a shade less red.

searching

looking for my shadow. it ran off.

muted

beneath muted blue and grey, you look for your shadow held captive by your fears.

my friend

my friend,i remember the photograph-wrinkled old days,streaming golden sunlight under white cloudswhere we sat on broken-down benches,staring at the future together. my friend, i remember the fights and the make-ups,the tears and the touch-ups,the fear and the happiness that consumed our lives,i remember everything. my friend,i found your shadow wandering around the district today,lost with

death and life

death and life – the boundary is thin.

dimmed

it was a grey cloud of dustgathering above the golden haloin the day, the bubble burstand with it went the afterglowso appeared the kingdom cursedcast in dark stifling shadows

light and shadow

in the light… sparkling glitterpainting red porcelain lipssoft smile, rosy cheeks voice of an angelfallen from the high heavensgolden harp in hand a powerful soulcrushing expectationsshattered records left. in the shadows… pearly drops of bloodspill from cracked lips of raw skintears drip on bare floor a hoarse voice destroysher self-worth; mic thrown asidei can never