I once knew
inspiration long ago
when flowers
bloomed all in a row
fur and feathers
sat along with me,
resting under the
weeping willow tree
With pen and paper
poised to write,
I just couldn't bring
words to light
pounding words
refused to reign
stuck inside a
blocked brain.
Green grass held
its breath,
lingering till spring
found death
Summer came
warm and bright
but words never
seemed quite right
Autumn came and
stayed a spell,
wishing a fond
summer fairwell
Winter cold and
forbodding
stilled the waters
erroding
caught in time
still as glass,
inspiration long
since past
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a colection of thoughts or nightmares in form of poetry, some of them written by myself, some only gathered by me. The darkness is in all of us just waiting to get out, but not in the light. No, darkness reaches out for darkness, so you thin...
