i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.

gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.

i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.

i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.

someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.

no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.

there's only one problem.

i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.

You make me feel
As if I’m encircled
By a million flowers
Varying of dyes
Reds? Perhaps a few blues
Enough to smother me
Binding my figure
With its vines so tight
Around the edges of my hips
Over the bends of my waist
Curiously inhaling
Diverse fragrances
Intoxicating my senses
Dictatorial, my emotions
Now under your governance
Yes, I was enchanted
With no route of escape
Enraptured by your florae
Still stirring my mind
With a spell so dazzling
A spell called “Love”