Dark Days

These times all I see are the dark colors,

Hard contrasts and sharpened pictures.

Nothing is final,

Just a never-ending stream of thoughts.

Contemplation.

Along with a detailed analysis of myself and where I am.

My past all over the floor.

My emotions floating like clouds.

Dark, dense, clouds, ready to pour.

I watch the world spin,

But I do not move with it.

Slow motion people doing slow motion things.

My stresses and worries do not have wings.

In my dreams they do,

They fly away,

Then they don't come back; they're far away.

Reviews

[Karmee]

your last five lines stood out to me, enjoyed this emotional read