sleepless nights,
three distorted minds
good evenings become wild
—there’s no where to hide

dreams in halt
and bleeding hearts
wounds tasting the bitterness of salt
silently crying as they hide the cracks
—everyday is a marathon,
but no one runs for life anymore,
they rush to escape, from living,
from home, and that’s all

i was excited for a while
but it faded after some time
it’s all despair
that i’m feeling now

i’m scared of silence
not because it’s deafening
but because i can hear;
the footsteps,
the glasses,
the plates,
and everything else.

on thin ice,
wide and narrow pathways
you were always there
with your luminous presence,
making me shine,
and glow,
even in my darkest moments.

you turned me into gold
when i felt rusty and old

as i reached the peak,
i saw a perfect rainbow
that i’ve never seen,
better than the magical lights
in the northern hemisphere

it’s wonderful to have eyes,
to have a vision of the nature and skies,
to see how they suffer in humans’ hands,
to just witness everything but not doing what’s right

isn’t it time to give back
before the greens turn to black?
i doubt everyone is concerned
—after all, humans always act
like they’re blind