dusk arising

therapoetic

 

 


Too dark
inside me
to look up
to look out
and see
that light
which
though all
around me
I shun
I push away.

Don\'t want
to see.
Won\'t see.
Don\'t want
to be seen.
Don\'t speak
to me !!

I remember
those feelings.


Getting from there
to here?
I don\'t know
how i did it.
No plans,
no pills,
no recollection really.
Different person.

So...
is there
a message
to pass on?
Again, I don\'t know.
I\'m lucky you see
I\'m a poet.
I just wrote it
out of my life.