When I feel out of mood, there is very little chance that anyone can cheer me up easily. I feel alone, and in that mindset, the world seems dark to me. Its just a momentary feeling perhaps, but one that’s more powerful than anything I’ve known. I retreat into my shell, forget anything else, and everything just feels wrong and out of place, even the ink that I use to release my thoughts.
Written in a combination of “Acrostic” and “Ottava Rima” forms, for Loneliness, the 57th theme at The Thursday Think Tank at Poets United, and for Phantom, the 177th prompt at One Single Impression. Image from THIS SOURCE.
Shadows crawl beneath my feet under this light,
Of black sunshine, moonshine and their colored traps;
Like a phantom, I float; unsure of this night,
In spite of myself, caught in life, its mishaps;
Tame I have become; engulfed by all not right
Under this ceiling of stars; all hopes seem sapped.
Dire seems this world; yet oblivious, I walk
Each step in life; if only the fates could talk.
© Leo 16/July/2011