Dark days and bright nights.
That’s the life of a sorrowful poet.
Away from the darkening daylight…
into the light of the night I rejoice!
Night owl, indeed!
I’ve risen like the full moon
and descended like the sun.
My soul bleeds ink onto the page.
And bleeding this sorrowful soul has!
My pen transcribes the distortions
I’m cursed with… something
that has no physical form,
formless as water…
as poison…
like this curse itself!
One that flows through me,
taking the shape of my body.
And becoming this curse I have!
Something I’ve become…
something I’ll pen…
something…








I’m very familiar with this feeling. Powerful writing indeed
Powerfully penned, Daniel. This is an incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian