False Hope

The blissful blistering fireball ravishes my light skin, bouncing off my radiating eyes,
Blue birds rejoice above my insignificant head, whilst they reach for the omnipotent sky.
I brush the delicate yet potent green feathers that sweep subtly against my bare legs,
Trees that shelter the fearless charge of the wind swoop tenderly over my mere body,

Shudder shudder.

Long-faced dilapidated buildings, now seemingly injected with ephemeral happiness,
The selfless cotton wools that bashfully drift through the light-hearted heavens,
Mischievous yet masterful, the impatient breeze prods assertively at my weakened back,
Beaming, I glide out to the edge of the descending towering cliffs and fall, numbly.

Shudder shudder.


Woken abruptly, I open my weary creased eyelids, peering sheepishly at the alarm,
As I stagger to the slit of my deteriorating curtains, to view another morbid day of harm.