Photo Credits: Human Question Mark
Darkest nights instill me with wonder
Why are good people always left to wander
Away from so-called life filled with pain
With no one to cry on in times you're in the edge of pane
Sometimes you're in the mightiest throne
Most of the times you are briskly thrown
Out by the ones that falsely love you
And only to find your eyes tear with fading hue
I always see people praising false acclamation
And ended up complying in shoddy acclimation
I tell you, people only care when death carols
In the old dusty empty carrels
Sweet laughter when they are near
When you need a friend, it's always ne'er
So you should learn to keep yourself sane
For true people can't be caught with altruistic seine
That's it; not a beautiful tale
People are trapped in endless loop of chasing one's tail
Will they ever learn, will they ever see?
It doesn't hurt becoming a good fish in the sea
This poem is my official entry to 
's poetry writing contest. This poem is inspired from the poetry prompt number 1 by 
's PHOTOGRAPHY AND POETRY . Also, I ended each line with homonyms. Hope I did it right. Here is the prompt:
Laughter; a deception, a lie
Hiding truth in white teeth,
Smiling at you as if the world
Was a playground and butterflies
Were never cocoons eaten by bats.
