unreasonable rhyme …

reaching out for handfuls of hope, the scarlet sky painted bright, shedding the detritus of day, welcoming brooding night,

shattered dreams like shards of glass, litter the crimson floor, punctured wounds flee, behind every closed door,

the rain falls like ashen tears, sweeping the boulevards clean, tattered rags shroud expectations, famished and lean,

rainbows merge into a raucous canvass wildly sketched, feelings stab at the heart, each dagger deeply etched,

is there really only one truth, standing naked and bare, beyond the alleyways of darkening emotions, stripping away all care,

the smiles turn plastic, all joy fleeing past, leaving stranded passengers, never knowing how long the wait will last,

when does sorrow end, scabs and wounds just starting to mend, or is pain like hope, ever elusive, ever just around the bend,

when trees weep, as poison slowly into their roots begin to seep, how long do the thoughtful frolic, how much longer do the sentient sleep,

left behind to mop up the coarse floor, humanity slithers out the main door, the legacy – a rotting festering sore,

these words make no sense to me, they prance on the page blinding my eyes, discarding reality as ever hurried time flies,

why write such drivel at all, knowing the words will slip and fall,

perhaps to jar me into wakefulness, or else I would sleep through it all.