Vivid colours of my pains
Makes the spectrum look inane
On the easel of my life
Canvases full of paintings bright
Most of them
Do come to life
In the dark
Of moonless night
There are tears of
Blood and toil
Colourful sadness
So much turmoil
Churning
caused from deep despair
Sweat drops on my brow
Now no more rare
Anguish, sadness
Sickness, strife
Sprinkled with
Some love and life
Torturous road
Full of potholes
Befooled in love
Reality is cold
That neon charm
And laser smile
You rattle snake
I'll survive your bite
You were never
the chivalrous knight
A fiend in uniform
Now see me fight.
For all that you have
put me through
Due returns with love
I'll give back to you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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