the false call

The dawn,
Oh! So crimson,
So fresh,
So virgin and so alive.

The dew on the leaves,
New rays,
New energy,
So charged and so positive.

Alas! Why are the birds going back to nest and the cows to their sheds?
Why isn’t the sun rising? I asked.


Oh! Is the crimson turning to twilight?
Crawling are the spiders out,
Howling are the wolves and mares.
Chaotic are the dragonflies,
The moths are drooling at the light.

The moon does not shine tonight
For the clouds are welled all right.
How could I see the dusk as dawn?
Just like I saw the false abode,
Like I heard the false call of hope.

fallen

The birds have flown,
The sun has shone..
The buds have bloomed
And I am doomed.

I asked for help,
I tried to tell.
They turned their back
And I fell.

I tried again.
I fell again..
I shouted and yelled
But they turned again.

Yes I am sane,
And I have this pain
But I fell yet again.

I am marred,
I am scarred,
I lay on the tar,
The burning tar.

The birds have flown,
The sun has shone,
The buds have bloomed
But I am still doomed.