I'm not quite sure
when the dark thought
first came to me;
it crept up softly
and quietly, like a black cat
in the garden of night;
like a light through a crack
in a door opening slowly
and too soon; or perhaps
a drowning man in the deep
waving back at the moon;
too far over his head.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
I'm not quite sure
when the dark thought
first came to me;
it crept up softly
and quietly, like a black cat
in the garden of night;
like a light through a crack
in a door opening slowly
and too soon; or perhaps
a drowning man in the deep
waving back at the moon;
too far over his head.
