#DONTPRAY

April 30, 2018

“I miss those simple times” but
maybe
We lived through a mere interim
False hope
Prayed for healing rains on our dreamy heads
not ashfalls
among the dead.
Oh “I miss those simple times” but
don’t you remember?
Our foundations, our hopes forever,
are reborn awhile.
just to be broken again.
“I miss those simple times”
Peace precious in its impermanence,
the phantoms of that past
rise, only
to
perish in blaze and embers and “I miss those simple times” too
My friend
wish I had a photograph of that fantasy.
humanity
not split apart by colours all.
now only
darkness unites us.

 

Vasika Udurawane

Currently a third year English special student at the University of Peradeniya, Vasika describes himself as the least productive writer he knows as his output has always been rather small. He also enjoys drawing and movies, particularly anything to do with horror, sci-fi and the supernatural and is currently working on a new portfolio of black and white ink artworks.

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