Closure

Purity I am allergic to,
Complex the web of selfless thoughts...
For this life to be worthwhile,
Bloodshed and tears will have to flow,
The umbrella of togetherness,
To be abandoned in the rain,
The only bus stop awaits,
I could sit there forever,
My bus isn’t coming anytime soon.

Some they say are destined to rise in life,
Despite failing every milestone,
Like a puddle in the rain is so fascinating,
Splashing dirt on immaculate clothes,
Why complain,
Dirt drives the crowd away,
Alone at last,
The silence doesn’t hurt,
Closure is all we hope for.