Piece of Paradise

I am suddenly livid

Dark side haunts me again

Shattering the very glass

Did l paint the picture rosy?

Hell is it a place?

Or is it a time? a person? 

Sometimes all perhaps

I like to believe its time 

It was morning or evening

What time was it? no clue

Which day of week was it?

Orientation long gone 

Darkness during the brighest day

Flustered in the smoke filled room

Drowned in the melancholic smog

Thud...the bottle of absinthe shattered

Breaking years of silence

The thousand pieces of glass all over

Eye caught a tiny piece of me

I looked distant to me

I examined closer through the pieces

I cleaved into million multiples

My reflection in each of these

Its me, not me panache long one 

I accidentally stepped on one

Bleeding profusely all pain in vain

I collected the pieces carefully

That strange numbness is it hell?

Some broken pieces are beyond repair 

You cant mend and fix every despair

I swear not to shed a tear

Life was never never meant to be fair

An indomitable thirst rose in me

Thirst when a wildfire engulfs you 

Thirst and the fire quiver my lips 

Parched lips lets out a faint chant

As I devour a gorgeous sunset now

Birds safely back to tiny nests

I walked through hell and built

A piece of paradise!