I’m a disenchanted weirdo
symbolically captivated by the dark
metaphorically mesmerized by sorrow
the kind that envelops your being
sadness, bane, it knows my name
corrupting my visions with bleak thoughts
on the morrow, sing no more for brighter days
darkness desires also
so with vigor, I design my magic
weaving spells of fate
my fate was always this
my heart just didn’t know it
with great melancholy, I struggled
until I relaxed
and let anxiety have its say
worshipping the black skies I was born under








This is woven beautifully
hello beautiful Fia thank you graciously for the love on this 💕
To me, this poem has shadings of Edgar Allan Poe’s, Alone. Well done 🌼
I’m not sure if I’ve read it I had a Poe book when I was little it is an honor thank you graciously Joe 💕I always admired his style…
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Stellar imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian good afternoon thank you my friend I appreciate you 💕
Very dark and eerie but interesting. I’m getting a dark witch feel from this one, almost like a Salem witch on the eve of her death. Great read, Crimson.
hello dearest Tim good evening I love your interpretation thank you 💕