Sadness

Like the flow of sand,
Life is running from my hand,
With no emotions I write,
About a life, that lost its sight,
The splendid colors,
Have ended in darkness,
My thirsty thoughts,
Reap inevitable bitterness.

These I believe,
Are trials of time,
Sometime life turns,
From wine to lime.

They say, hope is the best rhythm,
The rhythm still beats,
Beats dead as the autumn leaves,
In this city of civil,
I stand aloof,
I have just been sealing the loop.

Oshan