At times In the quiet There is thoughts Bitter and hateful, Harsh and cruel Golden and hopeful "Gold" To be golden is to shine A soft metal that is valued much more than anything else I always despised gold Gold like chains around my neck My hopes, my dreams Drowned in gold Gold to flatter the past I wished that I didn't cling To tradition To memeories To careless thoughts To the many things Is the Sun golden crimson? I wish to see it Stand out in the sun For a little bit Enough to feel alive To be bathed in an acceptable gold Not tinted by history That is a dream One that I wish for In the quiet Hateful and bitter Fearful But also, Golden crimson Silvery dreams #writing #poetry
