by Hashim Riyan
No, never again will the stars align
for Images of Imagination seem so Frail;
yet all I have Left now in my aching heart
is my bold Ballad be it said stale;
Through my sickly sights of vision prescribed,
Pill by pill, dared I to dream, dream Again
Fables untold by Blue I bled inside
to wander by a world, I grieve by pen