Once more, an impulse lures me to gamble
my known sense of well being and success.
Though, this time, my own life is being bet
and somehow, I am not feeling lucky today.
In which color wakes up a grieving soul?
The numbness of banality has me drunk
and, although I see the rainbow in others,
briefly color blinded, I miss my own hues.
It must be transparent! But is that a color?
As I keep crawling naked and vulnerable,
my eyes reflect the glare of tears unveiling
sorrows, sheer enough to be seen through.
“I was fine a week ago, don’t you agree?”
But what seemed the right path yesterday,
in the universe of my confused thoughts,
it’s nothing more than a dusty trail today.
Relentless agony! I’m lost; I’m bored, I’m sore;
Motivation abandoned me, few minutes ago.
I’m feeble, not old; please don’t take me wrong.
It’s quite evident that having it all, is not enough!