Fit Of Darkness

Wake up, rested but still dreaming

life killing you

doing flips and tricks

eyes seemingly deceive you

you hurt everyday

your sadness turns, morfs and folds into anger

This fit of anger

Where a dark path has taken over

seeing red and the bad in everyone, everything

Bloodshot

you blackoutlosing time and space

control is not in reach

This is the anger

That destroys my destiny

Reviews

[Balkaran Sidhu]

poignant dark poetry