Violet dawn

one dawn,
violets shot from the east,
passed through you,
drunk and vain,
“I am a gem!” you held,

You sharpened your edges,
So sharp they pricked your skin,
Cut through your brother’s flesh,

” A jeweller will come” you fantasized,
Chose solitude to stand out,
It’s been years,
Nobody has arrived yet,

That violet dawn,
has started haunting you,
You wake at midnight,
the light of sad moon,
reflected by you,

“not a gem afterall,eh”
a voice sardonically grins,
you shut your senses,
there is nothing else to do,
but hope, hope that you were right…