The clock strikes 12
and in comes with the thud
a bright now dawn.
It’s a new day and one needs to rise and shine.
But what do stars do who have run out of their light?
Like echoes of the past, they wander aimlessly,
trying to be what they earlier were but now could never be.
A picture speaks a thousand words
but when it comes to humans, we live many a years in silence.
If a framed past can speak so much,
why is the present so strained and drained of colour?
Like living tombs we walk through life,
with secrets buried deep inside.
Hoping for someone to dig it out
what we consider treasure
when in reality it’s the past that we fail to let go.