in the mediocre light I find myself
nothing stellar to speak of
darkness gloom, I desire something special
to entertain divinity
without losing my mind to the abyss
where oft times I wander
my soul adrift
touching on the ethereal
my visions mine to keep
passion plays and I am enraptured
by the powerful need
secrets of the dawn held tight
my utterances aren’t heard in the light
black of faith I confess
a tale of woe, nothing less
spinning fantasy from honesty
no simple task
into the void I go
to seek some rest
Hauntingly penned, Brenda. Amazing dark write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian 💕
The light only blinds and befuddles us, while darkness softly and thoroughly embraces our truth, regardless. There is indeed something special about nothingness -the void- where everything and nothing is possible.
Superb write, my friend!
hello dearest poet thank you most graciously good afternoon 💕
What they said.
You’re killing it, Brenda💕
hello Mary thank you graciously lovely one 💕
My pleasure, Brenda.
Have a great night!