Struck

My heart, a buzzing garden, 
 Buttercups brimming with manna, 
The bees drink to the dregs, 
The well of joy drained dry. 
When I am left to wander, 
With faltering measured steps, 
Through the ever crowded dark
A glow worm sneaks in, 
Trailing , slivers of light. 
I cling to the ray of hope, 
I ride it,brandishing the glimmer, 
Like a dawn struck gleaming rapier, 
To chase the monstrous dark, 
Out of my aphotic world. 
Alas! the lurking monster, 
On the glowworm fed, 
Leaving the fluttering life wounded. 
I am drenched in blood, 
Gushing out of the fountains, 
Springing out of the cracks, 
Criss crossed on the landscape
Of my rain abandoned heart. 
 Chandni.