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