Dark days can be the lightest in a poets mind
you might find lyrical remedies
To take this time and reflect
and remember not to forget
your deepest demise
I sat and reversed the timeline
almost as if I were talking to
my enemies
My demons
check in from time to time
so I greet them with these rhymes
Turn my sadness into energy
just to power my pen
The dark will shade my fears
the irony of its magic
it only comes when I hear
bad thoughts creeping in
why does it help to let it back in
the angst and the madness
only made me pick back up my
pen
just as it made me put it down
the strange ways these things workout
The strange ways in which my mind operates
I live inside then try to escape
crazy I know
but that’s how these poems get made….
