Poem 340 : Cleared Spaces

 Cleared Spaces

                                - T ABRAHAM

(SOURCE: AI GENERATED IMAGE)

Heads and hands in movements,

Busy, rush and happy moments,

Where the audio played in duo,

Written and agreed for months,

Promised for years to someone,

Movements of rush overtaking,

When merriment starts draining,

Joyous days feels to be gloomy,

An unexpected misfortune spins,

Spells which left unremembered,

Being remembered again for claim,

But instantly it does turns to blame,

Where the happiness saddens away,

Lights flashing and almost dead,

Deep down within it does reside,

When the loop starts to sweep,

A plague moving into psyche,

From one to another rushing out,

Finally a fingered number remains,

A fractured happiness still broken,

Until it cleanses out everything,

Fresh start required unconditionally,

When the home accepts its owner,

The one last chance to prove,

About the joy and happiness,

Both can provide to each other.