The Start

The Start

A Poem by Lana

The ghost of our lives
Sometimes comes back
It suffocates you until you die
The drifting clouds
Always covered the sky
In a grey tint of sadness
But only weakness 
Brought the sun to hopelessness
As happiness never ceased to decrease
Only palm trees could ever reach me
It was a prison painted in black
Part of a generational story full of crack
In the 30's there was just darkness
As light could only be seen by the ones went on strike
Despite the fact that time was running out
We painted the prison grey 
Hoping that the light of day
Could bring out some medicine for the depressed
The ghost brought me back to life
By striking my life to get back to black
Like a hitman on its way to its target
It left me with regret
The regret that the best time of my life
Was behind a curtain where time resides
But it is okay I still have my watch
I wear it now everytime I get down
This is the time of my life
That I will call The Start

© 2022 Lana


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Added on February 22, 2022
Last Updated on February 22, 2022
Tags: love, life, fear, death, money, society