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....