Colour of Lone

A mind full of battles

Which were fought

Or were they just 

thoughts?

No laughter shared,

No hands to hold

A heart that's young

But feels old

A soul broken by fights and curses 

Telling himself that these are just phases

Connections as tender as silk, undone

In a place where life is a never-ending run

Stays alone in the dark

Tried to ignite with no spark

Fights filled with lies 

Always makes him apologise

Companions with whom he had fun

Blinded by what they had actually done

There he was all alone, stranded

Little did he know he was taken for granted

And though he kept hoping for friendship's gentle rise

The stars bled into unforgiving skies

For in every whisper of this bruised mortal calls,

Lies the ghost of a promise that never enthralls