Posted in Poetry

Poem Of Dark

Awake at deep night

Frozen and lonely.

Fingers are shaking

But im trying to 

Hold them back,

Into me. Useless  attempt.

They are moving and

Running on the white pages

Freely, its not me as i was,

Some years ago.

They are drawing the

Poem of dark.

Useless, but it is pure

By it self. Complete.

They are vomiting 

Those pains and feelings

And those  are now on that

White page. Rolling 

And becoming words,

As parts of the

Poem of dark!



Hey I'm mamoon blogging from 2015. I write about fashion trends and lifestyle.

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