Depths

A Poem by Singular D

I get the blues when the sun sets too early...
Well they start out grays but eventually they end up azure.

Oh and these times they whittle me down till I'm small...
a child sized woman suddenly three again
and wondering what I've done wrong to make him not love me anymore...
or if he ever did to begin with...

I'm sure it's the latter.

Not my fault
I was born not from love but desperation...and it shows...even now
as if it stained me...I was a constant reminder of the end, better to start
over with a fresh new life...so fresh and uncomplicated...than deal with
what you created. I was forgotten before I was born.

What demon am I?

What demon indeed.