The last of all normal mornings
was blissed with sunshine,
intellectuals strolling around,
feeding the wind
soon to be mixed with
juvenile laughter and imagery.
The next one was different,
sadness fell from the sky,
cloaked as drops of acid rain
parents protecting their children
performed an idle task
I saw words shatter onto a woman's tongue
followed by tears of blood
Futile memories slammed doors
and left with burning haste
my mother turned into a demon
nightmaring each and every sleep.
Fruit pregnant with maggots and roaches
festers upon grey-painted trees
All I want is one question to be answered
who left out the positive angle?