Wishful & Waiting

Photo by –FlyTrapMan–



Dark thoughts rollicked in my mind –

ones that created such havoc inside.

They kept me moaning and awakening –

murmuring all throughout the night.

Quiet! I would cry; shutting my eyes

but to no avail, since dark thoughts

do as they please and never compromise.

The next morning, the sky was clear,

but the murkiness within hadn’t disappeared.

Taking a breath so deep, it reached

down into my very being and took grasp

of the misery, the dankness, and the duress.

I exhaled with all my might and watched

as those portentous thoughts spilled out.

Nowhere to go, they floated to the sky

where they stare like ominous specters –

wishful and waiting to come back inside.


Photograph by FlyTrapMan (Click here to visit and follow his blog). ❀