Blurred Lines

Dusk of haunting melancholia upon,

The rain of despair and tears,

The dropping wind,

What are you feeding us, Oh nature?

Call it obvious,

The blurred lines.

Lines that hold the doom,

Lines stitched, forming the veil of vile souls.

Souls weak and deprived,

There, graveyard of unburied,

The fragrance of the city turned into the odor of rotting meat, charred bodies.

There I see the silhouette of oppressed,

Oppressors' whiplashes.

Resilience shattered.

Inception, cascades of misery.

What are you feeding us, Oh, nature?

Call it obvious,

The blurred lines.

Happiness being subjective,

I see the dawn of hope,

Hope that's stirred,

The blurred lines will fade,

The gloom will clear.

The testing time shall pass.

Enthrall!!! Here I see slaves, slaves of your thoughts filled with fear and anger, the spirits missing, lifeless you all.

Serendipity of love with the peace you'll find

In the sparkling eyes of kids,

The free birds and galloping horses.

You call it obvious,

The blurred lines.

But inside us,

I see the tunnel of light, shining bright.

A ray to hold, to behold.