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Melancholy Meets Imagination

Darkness harbours Light.

By Alfred ShaikhPublished 5 years ago โ€ข 2 min read

I come from ruin and waste.

I was no-one - born in bad taste.

I bore my Dad's malice,

๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ my Palace.

Kicks and thumps - bruises and bumps.

My art seized - taken for months!

What more does a child need

Than to ask questions and read?

"He's just a bad child," the doctors would say.

The bullies just hit me because I looked gay.

Hateful teachers filled me with dread;

Chest constricting, my face blood-red.

Passion endured - like a bright reddish flame.

Reason allured - my life a dreaded game

Of playing with thoughts;

Thoughts now clouded by inner Demons -

Stormy - grey, black, and streaks of gold -

Thoughts confounded by my flight from Eden

And by their ugly, nasty warts.

At sixteen, I'd trek out into the city

So pristine, dark but light, bold but so pretty;

Eyes rolling into my skull on Mandy,

Always getting back just fine and dandy.

Foxes howled, and gusts swept the dust.

Thugs scowled - ๐˜ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ด.

'Twas like treading in Hell.

Stillness pierced me like steel blades.

Silence muffled me like black waters.

Visions of green entranced me -

I was under its Spell.

Beautiful brickwork and homely inns.

Exquisite artwork! My life begins!

Here, this new place fueled my ๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ -

But hindered for months by procrastination.

Broken by my depression,

I just needed a profession.

They all said I needed "experience"

'Tis elusive.

I felt alone -

It drove me delirious - and reclusive.

A village shop miles out took me on,

With no buses at night,

I braved motorways on foot,

But everything I did was always wrong.

Down the spiked hills and pitfalls and roundabouts;

I needed "experience" and had to be strong.

A metal monstrosity soared above me!

Like a mighty, whooshing falcon made of steel.

Never had I ever seen a plane so up close!

Life was cinema, full of wonder and appeal.

I danced with the daisies in the East,

But now, bluebells blossom in the West.

For me - adventure begins anew.

For me - the ๐˜๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ spews.

Now, I resolve to live.

After all these tests, I'm so much stronger.

I am still no-one,

But for how much longer,

When I have the Rainbow to give?

inspirational

About the Creator

Alfred Shaikh

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