Better Days Poem by Nachiketa Deb

I sit beside the fire and think,
A whiskey out of bottle, tears on my skin,
I see my life as i slowly pass away,
Holding back a dream of the better days.

Many summers have come and gone,
Many leers mistaken as songs'
I see the light, the crashing tides,
sure wait for none.

Crimson light of daybreak sealed,
In a corner of my heart unhealed,
Seething demons infest and tear,
Inflicting pain injectin fear.

I would yield i would cry,
I would yet fight and try
A golden light protects my soul,
Of memories and love i hold.

I awake from hate and detest,
A voice of calm my soul protests,
As I steal a glance at photographs
Of good times, of joy and laughs.

Why should i close my eyes,
For fears not valued, why sacrifice,
The darkness driven far far away,
As I relive the dream of better days.