Waking up at a dreadful dawn,
Washing whimpers away,
Gazing into the depth of his peepers
Of the window, of his very soul
Hellish in there,
And a little aloof
Noises of muffled laughter and mirth
And crumbed screams of ‘what ifs’
His clouds rained of regrets
Of choices, of maybes
Unyielding to the right now
Lamenting about the foregone
A tiny drop falls over the bathroom puddle,
Shattering his reflection,
His pupils in shreds, found nowhere
He left back for his slumber, unfelt
