Memoires of a Poet

Reversal

A broken soul is what describes me.

A lonely wolf amongst a pack,a family.

A downcast among blithesome people.

A tormented man underneath an angel.

I once knew how to be a shining star.

But now all I know is how to be an empty jar.

I wanted to stay, but I've been replaced.

Tell me, do you still need to fill up an already filled space?

I once was an end of a rain, the colorful rainbow.

But now I am the dullest in a colorful meadow.

Tell me, how can I live when everything is gray?

Tell me how can I live when all I see is nothingness.

Tell me, how can a child see?

How can I see when all the light turns to darkness.