itsdark

the     d   i   s     t   a   n   t     rumble of the clouds are
not so distant anymore

it's dark inside my mind
the clouds of yesteryear
(encase my thoughts)
in heavy
                dense
                            fog
so there's no where I can see

the only light, provided by a candle, is dim
and a deep crimson color

is not light suppose to be white and brilliant?
but the darkness clouds my eyes
from seeing the sun

where has the love    r   u   n             off            to?
so we may wade our way
through the ever deepening
        river
                    of
                            sorrow
                                            and
                                                        regret....