I puff in a corner of a dark room,
Looking outside that huge window,
Thinking to banish the never-ending gloom,
To change from a pitch black to yellow.
The dark grey clouds are drifting overhead,
I eagerly await that final rain,
A lightening of hope strikes instead,
Bringing me out of the everlasting pain.
Extending my hand to feel the pearl drops,
I wish the pelting never stops.
I’m lost in its split-splashing falling sound,
And the smell of muddy-browned wet ground.
The tree of thoughts turns a jade green,
Bringing back the memory of my early teens,
Where worrying was not my cup of tea,
And life was always a bright yellow for me.
Times then and times now,
There’s so much change I see somehow.
From dark purple to its lighter tint,
Feelings of nostalgia on a monotint.
So what if things are not my way,
I’ll make it better come what may!
With this positive hope I look at today,
And put a halt to the thoughts of yesterday.
