“Gone”, a Dark Poem

Where do I go?

When streetlights glow.

When birds refuse to sing.

When phones rarely ring.


Light turns to dark.

Color is only shade.

A scratch mark.

Broken lace and hollow jade.


You see perfections.

I see perfections unmade.

A thousand rejections.

Hearts torn and flayed.


Heavy lies the crown.

For souls which compassion made.

The flowers fall down.

Where soil can’t be laid.