What does a rainbow mean to you?

A vision in the sky made of multiple hue,

Violet, indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red,

“It represents the hopes of a writer”, my English teacher had said.

But those words, are meant for you, not for me,

My rainbows are in my room, those which none can see.

In multiple small bottles kept on the window sills,

Containing a collection of rainbow coloured pills.

Rainbows can stand for hope and optimism,

But for me, they are precious pills, to cure my depression.

All day long, all I crave are these, you see,

Oh my ghosts, they do come to haunt me.

I can love nothing but these pills in my room,

Even though I know that they foretell my doom.

But please, I do need help, I couldn’t care less for anything,

The rainbows in my room have come to me as a blessing.

I have no one. I am devoid of love,

Freedom has come to me, but like an injured dove.

I can fly, but only with the rainbow coloured pills,

That are kept carefully on my window sills.

I walked slowly down the stairs, my hands sweeping against the warm wooden railing, as the last step creaked loudly in the deafening silence of the house in the dark stillness of night. My heart beating hard and my forehead glistening with sweat in the hot summer , I walked to the door and gripped the handle tight with my tremulous, sweaty palms and pulled it open harshly. A blast of freezing cold air hit my face as my eyes grew wide at the site of utter despair and desolation that stretched in front of me, bathed in the small yellow light from above.