Fresh gloom

Then one day came.

Just an ordinary one

On the surface...

It shined bright,

On gleaming faces

And clear rooftops.

Air fluffed around,

Winding amongst long hairs

And dense leaves.

Few flowery words spoken,

Several poets cooed

And some sang ballads.

Feet trodded in routine,

Up and down streets

And also in market places.

Machines drummed and hummed,

Workers grinded away

And the collars turned grimy.

Alone in a corner though,

Where no words were seen,

the wind didn't touch or

It never shined bright,

The silence squelched

Gagging and muffling

Any effort to fight.

The tears trickled,

One hefty after another

And quietly if it can be.

The day outside,

Just another ordinary day,

Passed by smooth

And harmonious without a worry.

Unknown and hushed

To the dim and dingy alleys

Of a mind so numb

And in cold sweat.