Truth Dressed In Black Poem by Romesh De Silva

Truth Dressed In Black



Midnight’s night, black as truth
Skies pale blue, two of a kind, they suit
Pen to paper, don’t dot the ‘i’
Left with a vertical line
Two Inches high, lift it
Down it flows gravity fed, left, right, shift it
Stab at the words, letters are scrambled
Freaked out, lost, loosing grip, hard to handle
Oblivious to what surrounds me,
I write to express, to see, to breathe, to tease
The need to write, what’s read I wrote to be read
The words written from my heart, from my soul they are bled
Paper tears in two, as I think of that one, that only, that pale blue
Clouds off-white, shapes resemble you
Wait! I’m running out of ink
It’s shallow, I’m drowning
No friends in sight, emotions’ drowsy
A knock at the door, silence
Three knocks, four
I’m safe on the couch
Curled up, closed off, so much doubt
My eyes glued to the t.v.
People inside yelling ”don’t get up, just give in”, feeling queasy
I’m so in love, I’m sure of it
Yes, it’s love my heart’s tasting
The most beautiful thing, sadly unseen.

Saturday, May 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love lost
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