DARK TIMES

 

a season where nothing matters 

where desserts are not served in a platter 

where dark clouds hovers over my soul 

every thing else has gone cold 

dark times when I lay brooding 

no joy, nothing comes soothing 

where memories long discarded comes flooding 

my heart beat becomes a burden 

dark times I wish it never came 

a disastrous roar I wish I could tame 

its leaves me bitter, battered and sad 

now, I wish I had run mad 

dark times when I plunge into depths 

leaves me swimming in substances I’ve never met 

saving my soul becomes a fruitful waste 

this and more are what nature did create 

dark times that leaves me crippled 

leaving my mouth shut with bridle 

my breathe is a punishment to my existence 

darkness has come to settle in my life, no pretense 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:52am

8 Nov 2025