Incognito

Though the sun warms navy to sapphire,

The mahogany core bleeds frozen fire-

In drips and in spurts-

The memory still hurts

But in time it dulls to numb-
Incognito do the colours become

And give to the lie of harmony;

Drowning every day,

Fighting in every way-

The life path of some is lacerated-

Leading to steps always exacerbated,
When the invisible walls of pain close in-
The prisms of light continue for the living.

J.Bibi