Collections of Poetry

A Strange Question

The icy wind has begun to warm my heart.

Raindrops gave me love from the very start.

The blue sky above fills me with hate.

The sunlight puts me in such a gloomy state.

By now, you see a question in this.

In all honesty, it's hard to miss.

If you do know, I'll give more clues

anyway, there's nothing much better to do.

Friends have saved me but killed me all the same.

Family has loved me, yet kept me anything but tame.

The day merely shows what you want to see.

But, the night holds me close and accepts all of me.

The question is this: If dark is what will be the thing that helps me sleep,

then why does it still hurt me, and drown me as I weep?