SUNRISE BATTLE

In radiance, I see darkness with dreamy eyes -

a kingly sleep, broken with defeatist cries. 

Feeble legs walk among the crowd -

to their destinations overtly unproud.

On the stage, within life's tired theatre -

we mask our act, all the more quieter.

Paintings made on wall, a coloured dream;

A maze of images where fate doesn't gleam.

Put up these helpless days to decay -

let desires gather rain by end of May.

Talent echoes like empty conch shells -

grunding through lengthy days - none tells.

The gem of failure, in my crown sits tight -

as I win daily battles, in my own right.

Time spins and the days grows colder -

I look around, rest my head on my shoulder.

Evening calls the night in its own rhyme -

I drift into dream, my sweetest sweet time.

Into its' colourful realm, despair dies -

'Hope' spreads its wings, away it flies...

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