Dark Clouds Poem by Madrason .

Didn't count the light-bulbs any more
liked to be nothing lost in air
despair isn't the word before
scared of the future
getting bored
not scored
adored but soured
Amor lost attraction
fatalism took it's place
in all his nakedness
and if they speak of me
those left behind
-you will soon see-
are more dead than I
as they speak of emptiness
a chill enters the room
how strange to want to be freed
from a barren floor indeed
didn't count the light bulbs any more
liked to be nothing, lost in air,
despair isn't the word before
scared of the future
getting bored
not scored...!

Madrason 14 sep 2014