Dark Dreaming
Writing poems is like entering the new world, liberating the soul and allowing the heart to follow imagination, memories, sorrow, joy ...
Dark is the night that came upon me
Misty clouds with no symphony
A breathy sound
Somewhere in behind
Giving me shiver brilliantly.
Is this me undefined?
Or am I just completely blind?
Is my mind gone?
Lost in time?
Is my darkness unconfined?
A fear so sublime
dirt, dust, and grime
On our faces
In our souls
Oh the darkness, oh, so prime!
In our heads empty holes
We are just playing our lifeless roles
A broken hearts
Big sad eyes
Can darkness have noble goals?
But there I see a veil of Sunrise
New hopes and dreams on the horizon flies
No more pain
No more tears
Oh the darkness, the darkness dies.
© 2019 Ksenija