• zacksparrow 21w

    LOST MY SMILE.

    My star asundered,
    That provided me the guiding light,
    My hands trembled at this sight,
    With Each swaps of puckered dreams.
    I lost my own smile.

    .

    The anchor that harboured my sorrows,
    The garment lay tattered that hid my scars,
    In my banished land ;the thatched hut scavenged,
    Tell me the reason, oh noble hearts!
    That bring forth my smile.

    .

    The land, my kith and kin, my brothers,
    The trees that stood on the lands,
    Why lie battered lonesome?
    Gone astrayed with the order grim.
    How then I smile in the fire burning?

    .

    Tell me not of scathed love,
    It's long gone ;scavenged,
    As time progressed during the day.
    The hearts, oh human,
    Be not leaching leeches.
    I am the soul that wears nature,
    Not made of plastic and cellophane.
    But veritable elixir that absorbed taints
    In exchange of the smiles.

    .

    Will not wait for new days,
    Doth my eyes will not see,
    As my heart progress the end of mine,
    The pleasure I once conspired
    Beguiled and was a supernova.
    What left then was the nebula,
    Lied in the bereft voids.
    lost the charms and spells
    With that smiles blew away.

    .

    Why then flak me to smile?
    Sure it is lost with time,
    My heart, hearken me dear!
    Hath plunged into dried tears.
    My stoic heart would remain earthed,
    Reticent, un-deciphired.

    Yearn no reason to cheer,
    This world a cage of callous hospitality.
    Where I found no reason to smile.
    ©zacksparrow