Dark Emotions
I feel like lashing out at everyone.
That anguish, that burn, that hatred
the confusion of how it originated
maybe the cause is buried deep inside me
or maybe there are many causes
that led to this feeling of insanity
the feeling of darkness overpowering me
maybe it all came from the black flowers which had
already started to bloom in my garden of white.
Everyone looks at me like i am depressed
a girl who has shut herself to escape all the storms
maybe i had already braved all the rain and hail
and now i am suffocating in all that white snow
on which the dark ink had already been dropped
bit by bit , but it now has spread
all around me, erasing the light
forever from my memory and sight
replacing it with nights void of stars and moon.
How my canvas of dreams now splashed on
with a huge bucket of nothingness
and maybe that bucket had already been full
just waiting to be used by that painter unknown
the painter born out of all the buried emotions
and escaped from the hollows of patience
to finally ruin all those colorful dreams
with the dark painting or reality with his black brush
Copyright © Dhaara Verma | Year Posted 2022
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