The Future
Beside the shallow river of yester days
I sit to reckon my failures and misfortunes
as they float on water like fallen leaves .
I watch wind escorts the sun down the horizon
On creaky tree of hope
as the black future dangles like a jinglebell
whilst whirling wind tussles with my afflictions.
The future is a lamb reared in den of lions
the gnarls, howls and growls
flips out the feeble courage left in me
as I quiver like a chick hiding from claws of predator.
The future is as misty as winter's dawn,
as blurry as ageing sunglasses
to the born-blind son of a leper
no string of joy, no leftover faith.
If the future glow like Xmas tree bulbs
and the past got graveled behind our memories
I'll sit to reminisce my dooms and miseries
whilst nursing tinted feelings and dyed affection.
©Iamteazhy
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