The rainbows in my room

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.