OUTSIDE THE WINDOW

tw: depression


Barren, it still buried broken banes

from ages ago, my good old heart

Fresh fragments fallen from fantasies

My delusions, now decoded and destroyed


Ecstasy, the eclectic emotion

Or if I may a mere facade

Horizon highlighted with harmonious harps

Unreal, the two, unanswered and unclaimed


Pathetic poppy plants protruding

Like my will to live or laugh

A shooting star stealthily spills

Broken and barren, just like me.