I have come so very far…
just to delve into some poem noir,
where everything is black and white,
within this gray ambiguity I write.
Given my most shady history,
I have lived a life of mystery,
more than enough to fill this page,
penned down in any gumshoe age.
Tracking down every single clue,
as I jot it all down in ink so blue,
leaving my bled trail of ink stains,
salted tears from November rains.
That love to leave their bitter mark,
for this candle in search of a spark,
this lover in need of an indelible love,
refusing to take cues from up above.
So, I settle down here once again,
outfitted only with paper, ink, and pen,
prepare to chase another poem,
while I let my dark poetry now roam.







I love the flow and rhythm of your poems. This is beautiful
Beautifully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Creative and cool LDF…