The Broken Chandelier

There hangs a broken chandelier,

From the cimmerian ceiling,

Dotted and rugged it is,

It's shine,quite unappealing.

Of no use it is,

I did try to get rid of it,

But alas!every twilight,

It hangs over my head,

From the cimmerian ceiling.

In daylight it hides behind,

Maybe, it's tragical,

To see others emit light,

When none liked his fake smile.

Whenever I sadly stare at him,

The broken chandelier,

Gives me a disfigured smile,

Which ruins my night,

I wish I could get rid of it,

But alas!every twilight,

it hangs over my head,

From a Stygian height.

I like the bright lamp,

For it's glimmer and glint,

And the tiny fairy lights,

With their silvery tint.

This broken chandelier,

Can never be them,

It's far too different,

From a happy stem.

It lights up the place,

When I want it to be dark,

Never leaves me alone,

No matter how much I try hard.

Those lights never do so,

They don't come to ask,

If I'm fine,

But this broken chandelier,

Comes to me every night.

I detest it,

Even tried get rid of it,

But alas,every twilight,

The lightless chandelier,

Hangs over my head,

Lighting it all,

When the lamp and lights,

My blazing flames deny.

Notes:

The broken chandelier: a metaphor for the moon

Lamp: a metaphor for sun,

Fairylights: a metaphor for star

Cimmerian ceiling: a metaphor for the dark sky.