We live in a world
that is at least
half darkness.
So shouldn't half of our poems
be dark?
Or perhaps half of every poem?
Or half of that?
How do we parse the darkness
of this world -
of our lives -
and still live?
How do we tip-toe on the edge
of eternity
the grave
And smile?
You figure it out.
It's a mystery.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
We live in a world
that is at least
half darkness.
So shouldn't half of our poems
be dark?
Or perhaps half of every poem?
Or half of that?
How do we parse the darkness
of this world -
of our lives -
and still live?
How do we tip-toe on the edge
of eternity
the grave
And smile?
You figure it out.
It's a mystery.
