Spring: A False Hope

By Drishtee Shah

i often find myself lost in these similar thoughts every night,

the path I choose never seems to provide,

i walk down this endless road of wasteful thinking and fleeting security,

the journey from afar fills my head with superficial perfection , with blossoming flowers and futile affection

yet my heart wavers at the slightest misfortune ,

it seems all too much to bear these days , the pretence of a spring when all i ever see is pain

i now walk down this endless road, yearning for the glimpse of autumn ,

when leaves fall from their high and mighty pedestal ,

when flowers wither to a destitute state,

when all things cower beneath the cold and lifeless air,

the thought of spring leaves my soul, no longer pricking my beating heart

it is now i realize how devious spring really is,

how illusionary are it's offerings

the cold winds have finally arrived, they whisper the truth

in their serene voice

they lay me down in a field of lavenders, caressing my forehead

cold covers my eyes with her rough hands

and i find myself at rest

i finally find myself at rest.

By Drishtee Shah