Black
the color of death
surrounds me.
My eyes
covered with an umbrella
of dark shadows
linger away from the dreaded dress.
Newly ironed and never worn
but still carries a dull look.
The calm grave
has a strong power of its own.
A casket
waiting for its ticket to paradise.
My chills
swim in a pool of goose bumps.
The tears shed
with a feeling of belonging
to their friends.
Like a baby
drinking his mother’s milk.
Sobs.
Crying in grief
until your throat turns dry.
A flaming yellow ball of fire emerges.
It shines
and takes me to wonderland.
I am skipping
in a meadow
filled with bright flowers.
My hair
slapping me in the face.
I am sliding down a rainbow
with gold trickling down my spine
instead of rain.
Lightning brings undesired light.
It brings back grief.
The bellowing
of thunder
chases a human’s soul.
It pounds on its drum
forgetting about the people
who flinch every now and then
wondering what kind of sound will come next.
I am back in reality.
This time
a world of sorrow.