My world is a room
And its windows
Gloom
Someone is smoking,
No; I think it's absence; absence of
The sun, the moon,
And all that shine;
All that make me shine;
All that make things shine;
The absence of fireflies
I think they're dyin' under the pressure of
Shadows
That hung so heavy as
Construction debris
On the giggling daffodils
That their laughters suffocated
By the black poison
Oh, what a prison!
To be segregated from
The golden
And to compromise with
The frozen.
When the satin curtains pull away
The dolorous imagery of the world
Is displayed.
- Naychi
2nd May, 2018
Yangon
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