Stuck in the Dark Months

Although my skin is gold

and the sun lingers long,

it feels like I am stuck

within the Dark Months

And I know the heat

but I only feel the cold -

like an old friend

giving a hand to hold

And somewhere between

June and July I fell

into the the abyss

of my Dark Month Hell

And like a cavern

I feel bats fly astray

they're the beat in my chest

because my heart stopped in May

But I continue my work,

free as a caged bird

stuck in the Dark Months -

my mind still uncured

-l.r.

Reviews

[Jess]

Brilliant. Imaginative thoughts. The first and last stanzas are amazing. And as usual I can relate to this.

[Lexi Richard]

Thank you.