Here in this darkened room
Everything is a wonder
No walls, no ground, no roof
Just hands, a pen and a paper
The idea is to bloom,
When all words join together
Lifts me up to the blue moon
A kind of "self-chase matter"
I'm going to cry very soon
For my soul can't take this pressure
Tears will be shaped by the mood
Then all things will be clearer
An elegant poem! ! I like this poem. Sometimes I too immure myself in a darkened room! !
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This made me think of poetry like a flower that grows and blooms even in the darkest of rooms, a spark of light tearing the dark apart.
The blooming words would diminish the dark room. Lovely poem. Written so well. Thanks for sharing.
In the Cell of pain! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
why don't you come and see one of my new work titled CHRISTMAS IS SIN. it was good reading your work Darkroom
why don't you come and see one of my new work titled CHRISTMAS IS SIN. it was good reading your work Darkroom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it it is simple yet expressive and meaningful