Curves of Darkness
Darkness does not feel repetitive…dull morning, detachedDays, like addiction, influence the course of lifeSome force dents the vague boundaries Blunt words kill emotions; yet, passions uncontrolled spurs lifeSeeds of discontent, wild desires tamed transform withinArrested between the roots and their sinister wayward waysToday, if I ask someone, “what’s life?”, I find myself mired in minority complex There are no truthful replies, various modifications of liesDamned … Continue reading Curves of Darkness