Dusk

The light fades into a reminiscence,
And a shadow envelopes the world.
The picture of a bright, colourful sky,
Becomes a portrait in shades of grey.
Life seems lifeless, without a stir,
And a bleak, bleached future follows.
Morals die and are washed away,
Pouring down the sides of evil.
I cover my eyes with my hands
But the effect is still the same.
A grey life feeds a gray mind,
Already determined to decay.
The world becomes silent once more
And none but the bound are free.
Light tries to win over it’s absence,
But fails to conquer this time.
Darkness smiles at it’s perfect illusion,
With Time as an enraptured audience.
Deep below it’s roots have spread,
The Earth must not disturb it.
It cannot risk being abandoned
And left loose, broken apart.
A man steals some time to sleep,
But, so is the world beside him.
In this dilapidated shell of knowledge,
Of wisdom which gives strength and hope,
Man scurries into the dark unknown,
Pushing aside, killing the reality,
With hope for a better tomorrow,
And some flame, ray of light,
Which will obscure this unreal.
And they turn to Him for protection,
To them for attention, and to rest,
Rest, in peace, with the thought
Of doing the same someday.
While flushing his feelings, his wishes
To be happy, down and out,
To pile and rot in a safe place,
Away from him and Him.
So that he could realise the wrong,
And go searching, begging and pleading,
To Him for mercy, and go on looking,
For a drop of blood in an ocean,
Under the coat of a dull, dark Heaven,
When blood and sea are imperceptible,
To find a way through the mist,
Created by the tears of his own eyes.
But it is growing dark,
The Dusk has arrived,
And Man is bound to lose his way,
Fall in the grip of the Night,
So fly towards safety and home,
But hope can never be rekindled by fate.
The stage is set, the play to begin,
But this is the beginning of the end.