DARK POETRY
I stand at the front of a big tree Looking down upon dead leaves on my feet and around me, being blown away by the wind Everywhere is summer but deep in my heart is winter The hot wind blows My mind dark and cold My worth dissipating Denigration settling in his new home Lying comfortably on the sofa Freely divulging shots of terror without measure as the clouds passes by Always on the dark side of the moon The feeling that i had never seen the light Where possible is enough to fortify and magnify Where life is what we see in our hearts To create what we envision Now i stand in front of the big tree with a cord in hand Looking everywhere for signs of life; wishing a scream would tear my soul apart I now smile with the flavour of mockery And walk away in my fits of dark poetry