Dusk: The Hour of Reality!
A poem about the reality
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Realizing me of myself,
Realizing me of my defeat,
Defeat by the kind hands of life’s cruelty
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Hiding my fallen fortunes,
Hiding my dead hopes,
Hopes that once gave my life’s surety
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Getting lost, lost in the dark,
Getting way out for the pain,
Pain that sored my heart’s purity
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Thinking of my aim, my ambition,
Thinking, at some corner, of my honour,
Honour that was my only bounty
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Believing my way used to be unique,
Believing my behaviour took me high,
High I reached, and fell, not quietly
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Trying to run away from the people of this world,
Trying to run away to find myself,
Myself that has vanished in someone, somehow, willfully
Dusk, for me, is the hour of reality,
Revealing the truth of falsehood,
Revealing the surreptitious cruelty of the world,
World of people that puts you down lovingly
- najmusehar
