Requiem

I inked my pen, put it to paper,
scarlet words staining ivory sheet;
a story I willed my life to portray,
a dreamer that never saw defeat.

Hidden behind blue-back stains,
scribbled clouds and starry skies;
you try to peak behind my mask,
but all you see are sunken highs.

Losing sight of the moon I loved,
I see the mist clouding my sight;
flames that survived on my spirit,
seem to have lost this final fight.

My shoes have worn out their soles,
and my feet can’t stand as strong;
I lose my quiet to sound of silence,
seeking that tune which went wrong.

~~ Katyaini