Reviving as Disgrace

Still, I feel it still...
Still, i can't do things
Which i did back, when no one could:
Jumpin' off a low cliff,
On the gesture made by some
Below, on water. Splash.
Still, smiling and no frowns.

Got the ways to eschew these things,
I wonder, on what count..

Still, pretending to be a heathen...
I caught my light,
Reflecting to me back,
Far away a mirror was kept,
I suppose; placed by me.
I shot it down. Cullets with no use.
Still, living, somehow, someone.

Losing people were bombardments on me,
My red, I know, still i try...

Still, heads down...
Not shame, not that i like,
Now, standing, enclosed in my room..
Not a sapphire, yet the colour's red,
Radiating no love, no joy.
Gave up undoing sins. And
Still, elite, grace of goodness glows.

Author's Note

And gave up 'cause there's no left,
No green moon, no december light, no lime night, no songstress, neither the artist, the butterfly, no bona fide smile... and the all others, on my list written as failure with the seven...