Visions

Here as I sit by my window,
Watching the day slip by,
The rain fell dark and slow,
Quenching this broken self.
The streetlamps, like fireflies light up a small ghetto-
Barely surviving the incessant patter.
The glowing sun pushes through the dark clouds
To send in a ray of hope.
Shadows grew longer and faded—
Of people scurrying to and fro.
Their pain drenched in the rain;
The sorrows washed away.

Here I sit by my window,
Deserted by my heroes—
The world enveloped in darkness,
Blessing men with the Oblivion’s curse
--I ponder about stories untold….