G R A I N Y

//at times, a step back is another step forward

An eerie silence droops over the town,
Hanging like an arc,
Unfinished business,
Its presence yet to be felt completely.

Sometimes,
I look at myself,
Amidst this darkness,
And I can't make out which is which.

And I wait,
To shine.

Reflections seem grainy,
Because everyday, I find something new to hide.
What left to show,
Barring a distorted premise,
And an unflattering introduction.

Goes to show how (little) I think of myself.

I'm angry at the world,
My blood is boiling,
Skin is coiling,
In sheer disgust.

The darkness is given a negative connotation.

But the smoothest of landscapes bear hurdles too pixelated to discern,

And sadness exists even in the sunshine.

A train of thought breaks,
And my epiphany is left hanging,
Like an unfinished arc over this town,
All the light I see is gloom.

How fatal.

//and somewhere in this gloom, we will all bloom