The sun came up,
My heart sank down.
The ray hit my face,
I died without sound.
The cold of the night,
The retreat of my soul.
The crossroad of joy,
The destination of sorrow.
The owl was company,
The dark foliage too.
Destiny was sinking though,
For it blinded my view.
Stomach roared like lion,
Skin felt like a struck iron.
The warmth of home didn't come,
The feet looked obese and forlorn.
Yelling for mercy of god,
My heart collapsed on rod.
It was irony at its very best,
Sunrise,for me,had become sunset.

Tags: Walk, Night, Irony, Tragedy

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