Sunshine, gleaming, dispersing in each corner of maze
Abandoning the beauty of last night’s star gaze
Reaching out to a needy soul, for help to lend
Pushing the self-inflicted melancholy to a dead end

A rather tough abusive battle at the cornered cubicle
Inducing the newly promoted slave, to resign, to fickle
Coming home to joyful mortals who, on his slavery’s fruit depend
Thrusting the undercurrent of the strokes of his brushes to a dead end

Aggression to manifest her opinions, to the globe
Suppressing them underneath her bedsheets’ fold
Tattooed three flying birds on her wrist, a message she did send
Caged by the holy knot, shoving her freedom to a dead end

Learning to crawl, the toddler never left his mother’s finger
Her shivering hands, the millionaire son was too busy to linger
Her ambition to reach the peak, due to motherhood had to mend
Donating it to her loving son, pushing her self-respect to a dead end

Sipping the brew, lost in his eyes, falling all over again
Disregarding how last month, loneliness drove her insane
She who wrote for her soul, as fame she didn’t befriend
Propelling the once zealous poetess’ words to a dead end