Darkness is Beautiful

My poems are not so sweet, nor do they sing any happy notes.

In festive seasons my heart sinks, trapped in a whirlpool of woe.

Words words words will always lie, from the feet to the head in a tower of blight.

Pompous gestures with every jest, words run dry under a candle light.

Published in: on 06/12/2014 at 11:53 PM  Leave a Comment