My Color Of Pain

I see the darkness rise,

So overwhelmed is what the world has become,

Shadows now cover my eyes,

The sparkle is forever gone.

Once was the brightness from the skies,

As the new star was born,

Gradually cultivated was my paradise,

The seeds of joy were fully grown.

But the clouds are no longer in disguise,

I’m unprotected from the storm,

Never mute is the sadness in my cries,

My eyes never cease to mourn.

I am haunted by a ghost that never dies;

My heart is its habitable home,

My life was once glued by perpetual lies,

But now my soul is forever torn.

Once I was told that life is a sea full of joy that never dries,

Disillusioned was what I had become,

Up and away from the bird flies,

Wish I could alter my form.

Wish my existence would shrink in size,

To magnify my insignificance under the sun,

I behold death to the bliss that I visualize;

Nightmares are what I never wake up from.

The paradise that my eyes would otherwise visualize;

is a surprise never to come,

As the sun ceases to rise,

Forever gone is the brightness of dawn.

I see the storm ferociously falling from the skies,

As the clouds angrily frown,

Wish I could give my goodbyes,

In this sea full of sorrow is where I would rather drown.

Allan Shawa

Allan Shawa is a Zambian writer, with an ability to craft poems, stories and songs. Growing up amongst a population that is content to achieve mediocrity artistically, his inspiration has always been to see how far the mind can be stretched in order to reach the levels of the legends who engraved their names in the history books.