If you’re the
dark...
I couldn’t keep my grip
I slipped...
I was given a second chance
to think which I didn’t need...
Wondering if my words are ever coming back...
relishing the day when I can put more than a...
If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...
My mind is set on turbulent colors
a series of paint is splashing on the wall...
I blinked for just a moment and lost track
As thoughts meandered down forgotten paths...
This is just a mess of words - not even poetry...
This year hasn't been the best, for any of us...
When looking for a color
I must say...
I feel most at home
when it's raining...
Incumbent dark seeks and envelopes my soul
No voice of comfort no hand to hold...
It feels as if I’m walking
on a pathway full of wilted azaleas...