Jeanne Mae Paig Poet Free verse

What a Mess

I'm out of words
I'm out of ideas
It's like I'm lost in the woods
It's like some broken sonatas

A weak branch
A lonely leaf
A silent avalanche
A wealthy thief
Falling down from a cliff
Without hurting

Such emptiness
Feels like normal
Such sadness
Like that dead journal
Of the walking corpse 
From the woman next door

And here comes a beautiful hue
Drawn out from colourful lights
There's red, green, orange, and blue
Hurting and blinding my eyesight
I want it
I need it
To guide through
That path of black and white 

A hand held out
A voice so soft
What is this all about
Maybe. I guess.
I have to get out from that dark loft
And start cleaning my mess

I should start tomorrow
Or should I start now
Happiness and sorrow
Shot from a rusty bow
Eventually, they worked perfectly well
Like that neighbouring lover bell






12 December 2017

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