THE MIST OF DESPAIR

Oh my emerald leaves
Do take me to a voyage of my dreams
To a place of my own
Away from tribulations

Take me to a place sought
Not a place enforced by the cruelty of reality
A place free of burdening uncertainty
A place of roses and butterflies

Oh my emerald leaves
You are the remedy to the intolerable ache
You are the remedy to the loads of ailment
Ailment that fiches livelibood
Except you are as good as your bad

You are a good evil for a jiffy, for a cause
But a plague that ravages once unchecked
A path to utter damnation
A path to a swifty apocalypse.

Muzamir