I feel....me. dark. morose. angsty. it is my life. it is my world. i live in a world where i shall find someone who can tolerate my angst and issues and all that it entails and can wrap themselves around it sealing it within themselves and essentaily taking me into themselves to blend into a perfect union. That will not end in tears and angst and issues of the mind but in a perfect serendipitous union of two minds that do not question the turning of the earth but dance with it to become a singularity moving in tandem with mother and her beautyful spin.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
all of my poetry is dark. i suffer deppression and loneliness. that's why i write dark. i cant write light. its not in me.