106 ~ In The Dark Poem by stan pelfrey

I see not what people do.
I hear not what people say.
All I have is a hope and
a prayer for a better day.

This is not easy for me.
This cannot be for you.
Why is the world usurped
in shades of passion on blue?

Simple rhyme and meter
provides no replies,
that made me no leader
when I wandered ‘Why? ’

So helpless-
abandoned in an ark,
So closed off-
solitude in the dark!

I saw not what people did.
I heard not what people said.
All I had was an open-heart
for anyone to tread.

This was not easy for me.
Someday, it will be for you.
Why isn't the world immune
to shades of sleep over blue?

Life is mere,
when mere poetic justice,
just suffices
the questions of “Why? ”

So helpless-
abandoned in an ark,
So closed off-
solitude in the dark!


I cannot see clearly through the black.
Left with nothing, no sense to track.
Speaking in tongues, can’t understand.
Follow my lips, I talk with my hands.
I’m left with no feeling, no sense of touch.
Knives in my heart could not hurt.
Smell the roses covering my bed.
I’m in earth, held in horizontal lead.
Lick the nectar, what a sweet taste!
Be you not bitter of my waste.

I’m a lonely wanderer
in my box of fear,
as questions clouded mine,
my life was mere.

Insignificant for loving,
my sacrifice was great
for wanting the one I couldn't have,
I'll eternally contemplate.

Life is mere,
when mere poetic justice,
just suffices
the questions of “Why? ”

So helpless-
abandoned in an ark,
So closed off-
solitude in the dark!

This is the song of
me, and the feeling
I once held for you,
myself.

Someday, while cleaning
your husband's dream house,
blow me, the dust, from his
bookshelf.