I paint sunsets on walls
To cover the blood of old
And tiny handprints.

Forward a day
And the sunset outside
Rises up and the radiance is beautiful
A natural embrace.

For me,
The darkness has not faded
It is there, embedded in my head,
Covering the dreams that had light.

And he left,
Disgraced and demoralized by his actions,
He spoke in his nightmares
Screaming too,
About the past and demons.

My heart had been shaken
By alarming instances
When the shades were pulled shut
And the blood rushed to my head.

I was down on my luck
Penniless and scorned by society
Outnumbered by tainted people.

Those days are still instilled in me
Snapshots of misery.