The Poets Dark Side

Blank~

Umber~

Meaningless~

As time at a snail’s pace goes on~

I sit amongst a cold vacant place~

While rain hits the window pain~

Me straight faced.

Bemused~

Void~

With thoughts unclear~

I am lost~

To know what life is about~

In the mist of anxiety and fear.

Puzzled~

Baffled~

Why on this day~

I am lonely, board, and feel~

Existence~

Is just a waste till death has its way.

Amid the dung~

I reminisce of what was left~

Brings me to recall the~

Sour notes of time~

As I only recollect the sadness that is alone mine.

Yes I will be cheered~

Eventually~

But in these moments~

My blue side writes this with ease~

Letting the dark me~

Be untangled and free!

By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv

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