I don't want to keep wasting time.
Living alone.
In the dark.
All these nights, whilst
The Sun Is Setting Alone.
I don't want to keep feeling unaccomplished
Deprived of heart
Deprived of mind.
All this time, whilst
The Sun Is Setting Alone.
I stagger and I fumble.
I fall and I tumble.
Go around thinking crazily.
People thinking crazy of me.
As I search for answers.
In a room of no light, with no answers
In sight.
I'm wasting away in a cavern.
I was banished to.
I was sentenced to eternity in.
If I could find my way out.
I search and I breathe.
Inhale, search, nothing.
So I say I hate it.
I hate it beyond compare.
But what use is hating something.
So I find it.
I stagger Up dilapidated steps
And approach an exit.
Slam.
I make my way up onto the slanted rooftop
And I see the beauty of dusk.
Has it all been so hard,
in the dark.
Had it just been what I got used to
in the dark.
I came at the wrong time.
The light is now fading away.
But at least...
At least...
I can fade away with it.
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The Sun Alone (3)
Poésie"So much to say, so few words that let me say it" ... Poetry for dark days. Sometimes it's necessary to wallow in your sorrows and in the deep dark shades of black. But the colours change. And you'll soon see the bigger picture, the fine details an...
