Lilac Poem by precia liz

All those pretty lilacs which died yesterday
at the strangers' grave, did they not know
that they carried all the sorrow of the world?

Today, dark black blood seeps through my window,
to joins the lavender sky of the not so distant dreams.

I sew my eyes onto my face,
pulling the red thread of reminiscence 25 times,
only to see the anguish and misery
concealed under your pipe dreams.

They say, some wounds transcends genes and souls
to kill you everyday without even letting you know why.