Asking questions...
perplexed one becomes
Just feelings?
Mistakes?
fearing for an answer
not yet given, you muddle
cry out the claims of sadness
the pent up,
their holding tank becomes Empty.
gleaming in the dark,
You stand
in just Blackness.
Grumpy claims of frustration.
put them on the table
let them go.
gleaming in the dark,
again You stand
in just the empty blackness.
Life takes its place with you again.
feelings subside.
questions vade,
and melancholy leaves.
Gleaming in the dark,
You stand
in just Blackness.
You are a star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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