Dark Poet Poem by John Clayton

Dark poet
Dark mist
Dark matter
Doesn't matter.

Sat drinking coffee
Sat thinking, coffin.
Not coughing, coffin.
Is it dark, only as big as one's bark.

Tears flowing through open veins, old wounds, it's only pain,
not to proclaim, one's insane,
It's life's game.

Silence isn't violence,
it's a glimmer of retrieve
On the eve of Adam and his Eve.

When life was created,
Now thinking life's on the eve
of my natural expiry.
Do I need a self-enquiry?

Stop these thoughts. Stop this madness.

Life is dark, my dark poet,
But darkness provides lightness
With contrast and brightness.

Good, bad, high, low,
go with the flow.

Open your heart to light
that shines through you.

You dark poet.
It may be Halloween,
That's not enough to scream.

Life's good, scary but not slavery.
Smile, laugh.

Darkness in one's life
an opportunity to shine.

Those tears dried up,
Now are rivers of gold.
You're not broken,
possibly a bit drunken.
Stay sober, wake up
my little dark poet.