random poems

darkness

i don't find myself to write anymore,
social medias seem to bore.

they say 'do what you love',
but i just don't get the point above.

what i love is fading,
what my interest is leaving,
everything is slowly going,
that i didn't realize it was flying.

and soon to meet the other side,
well hello; it's no longer white.

i found something new,
that i just mix in my pot to brew.

it's a new colour,
not that anyone will bother.

trap in my mind of messiness,
it's time to welcome the darkness.

by ; z.
15th May 2021.
3:28 a.m.