stray thoughts
born from the blue
become daisies when
the sun shines through;
a dark age unravelling
the Elysian fields
from existential glooms
come ethereal yields..

abysmal feelings rise & fall
society hurts a shattered soul
I hate connection,
  proximity burns
     victims stay victims,
       till that victim learns;
       all you have is yourself,
      scarred yet starred-
    with glints of hope
amid the tar
hurts to know no one
understands
   trivial matters
     flare up in fiery lands -
       of hatred subtly
         thrown into your heart
          like an eternal hearth, none
         cares to help put out
     hurts to know the perpetrator
   gets more sympathy
than the one who's crying
at his torn dignity