No you cannot spring up colors into the depth of my soul

Dark heap of ashes casting shadows across

So afar I cannot outstretch, cannot take a grip of my departing self

Which drew in all the blaze, so you stay away from conflagration 

Are you so naive to think a flower blossoms in a ground of cinders?

No you cannot step in and lift the leaden sorrows

Keeping my facade from floating away

A bonhomie dying everyday, hiding behind this semblance 

A gloominess sowing seeds in every corner, enclosing my every breath

How callow of you to think it will be a jovial unfurling.. 


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