Poetry By Me

The Dark and it's Art

We write the things we yearn to hear,

And we paint the things

We wish to feel.

We create the things

We wish we could be.

Because world is terrible

And the world is mean

And sometimes the only thing you have

Are the things you fabricate.

Sometimes all you need

Is the beauty of your mind

Scribble onto paper

And blown to the wind.

Sometimes what I truly need

Is right inside me.

The same goes for you.

You may be broken, tired, and frail

But know the most nights

Without fail

You have the light

To be what you need.

In time of dark

You will feel a spark.

And that spark

Will leave a mark

On this world.

So in times of pain

You need to create.

In times of tears

Become your own, personal Shakespeare,

Because beauty is born

Out of the darkest of thoughts.

L.O.M