Low Mood
A pale early sky
Begins my morning tears
Empty body, poisoned spirit
More than grateful no one’s near
Dangerous contemplations rise
Of rope, bottles, and blood
Final words I never write
I beg the needs be left undone
One thought wrapped warm remains
I never need to wake
The end, the last desire left
Witnessing these risen veins
Rays of sun cut me again
The joy in light won’t understand
Struck with a darkest mood
Before the wounds could mend
June 5, 2009 at 4:29 pm
I really like your writing. Very much, I just read pretty much all your blog and read them. Just thought you should know, your very good.
June 5, 2009 at 8:37 pm
It always surprises me when people say they like my writing. I usually just assume it’s too confusing or is harder to relate to. So thank you very much.