How can the sky be so irreverently blue?
There shall never be a heavenly hue
that will ever fill my eyes.
For all the skies have been replaced
with sullen forms of cloudy shapes
that form, preventing any escapes
from loneliness and cries.
How can roses be so irreverently red?
When to me their vibrancy is completely dead.
Rather that their thorn prick my heart
and allow my withering blood depart.
For all the velvety touch they give
should not be present while I live
with loneliness and cries.
How can the grass be so irreverently green?
There shall never be a verdant scene
that will awaken my eyes again.
For all the grass that grows outside
is a dried up patch where I reside.
And there's no fleeing this emotional scene
of loneliness and cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write, very poignant - enjoyed the read.