It seems so often, within the night,
I am set adrift, unable to write,
for a want of any reliable ink,
as I converge upon the brink.
While thoughts and feelings swirl,
my life passing by in a whirl,
so yesterday becomes my tomorrow,
stuck on this treadmill of sorrow.
All these mistakes I have made
just serve to sharpen this razorblade,
serve to drive the stake ever deep,
pierce each memory I still keep.
Lost within a catacomb of mind,
looking closely while still blind
to everything I might then see
within this dark labyrinth of me.
For in a world of pure black and white,
there is no room for a colorful sight,
no room for a happily ever after…
when sorrow drowns all of my laughter.
That third stanza really got me, S.
Excellent ink here.
Have a fabulous day.
Powerfully penned, S. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello lovely poetess I can relate to this great write 💕