Ode to black and all that is hidden.
It’s darkness envelopes my worst fears of the unknown.
My own light shines forth brightly and everywhere.
The soul yearns for a taste of sunrays but moonshine shall do well, too.
Ode to black and all that is hidden.
Black and blue are my bruises, an ego deflated.
Schemes by nefarious agents go unchecked.
My blood boils in frustration and paints the town red.
Ode to black and all that is hidden.
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Author’s comments: I’m not much of as poet but this one was quick and easy. It’s really about the appearance of my weblog – all black and blue and other weird rants.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!