I never really realized
How dark one can be
When she's sitting in front of a computer,
Trying to write poetry.
Thoughts of death and life,
Future and past,
They all flood her mind
And feel like memory.
But then she looks out the window
And sees all the people living life,
And she wonders what she has done wrong,
To deserve a lonely day
And what she could've done anything different
And not be in the way.
She decides not to dwell
To only think it's fake.
And she'll close herself off
And darkness will do nothing but take.
Her mind will fall
As will her pen
When she realizes all is not lost
As long as she keeps writing then.
AGD
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
شِعرThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
