A Folly
The clock quivers in the cold night. The rain drenches the leaves and the flowers on the garden.
Rich darkness surrounds you. A flash of lightning and the deafening peal of thunder.
Can't you see? The rain is crying for you.
You believe that it will get better. The rain will stop, an arc of light will splash the sky with colors, butterflies and bees will fly abound. The dusk will end and a new dawn will blossom. You curve your lips in a small smile.
What kind of false hopes are you feeding yourself again?
You are just a tiny speck of dust, pining for something so futile that you wish you had not encountered that.
In this cold night, you end up broken. Again.
And you wait. Again.
An endless cycle.
Rich darkness surrounds you. A flash of lightning and the deafening peal of thunder.
Can't you see? The rain is crying for you.
You believe that it will get better. The rain will stop, an arc of light will splash the sky with colors, butterflies and bees will fly abound. The dusk will end and a new dawn will blossom. You curve your lips in a small smile.
What kind of false hopes are you feeding yourself again?
You are just a tiny speck of dust, pining for something so futile that you wish you had not encountered that.
In this cold night, you end up broken. Again.
And you wait. Again.
An endless cycle.