Beauty In Darkness
Awake,
by, stillness of the soul
I journeyed in on hyperbole
carrying on without extol;
I found myself alone without
the privilege, of unsent clout;
Placed inside a *Dark Universe
I never heard the stars rehearse
astray inside a sky, immersed.
I felt I was beyond repair,
inside this black hole of despair.
Boundless and bent each muscle strained
like tapestries of night unchained.
I .... the artist without restrain
dipped my brush in sorrow without shame,
choosing ink-black, for spitting rain;
Flecked stars of heaven, * Cherry red
yes, I'd been mistaken for dead
for I had lost my homestead.
Dark blue for the background, great hue
for a girl who was black and blue!
Awake,
by stillness of the soul
I journeyed in on hyperbole
carrying on was my main goal.
By the seaside, where bird's nest
I sketched a solitary crest
for it was there that I felt, I was at my very best !
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