MY DESIGN

I got stuck in a grey cloud,
again, I find myself there
from time to time, not of
my design, I'm not aware
I'm there,

nothing to see and nothing
rare, but I will share the
nothingness of falling into
a universe with no stars,

an inner scar as dark
as tar with no diagnosis,
at times hopeless but
I pray my soul is eternal,

It is a unique journal
written just for me,
for a time I will be,
this is my living tree.