It Feels Heavy

A fragile day weighs heavily

Distorted by the gusty winds

Threatening clouds

Lightning sparks nature’s debate

Emptied streets ne’er complain

Many sighs and frowns

Even windows are stubborn

Rapidly evolves a gloominess

Violates the uneasy tranquillity

Smudged dreams drip like paint

An aged reality breathes uneasily

Defaced spaces bathed overnight

Tastes of repentance on the tired tongue

Yet, struggles to confess

The follies that have been

Uneasy breathing of the day

Strife felt in the breasts

There are no worthy looks

Dreams of redemption

The forlorn day is here to stay

Within, there is no remorse

~Amitav