Cleverness

Dark Heart and blackened soul,

interchangeable yet unknowingly so,

if in time do seize a grasp,

and do not EVER release,

to do so is not but folly,

and ever more one quite a scorn,

for who says life as black white and grey,

should be so hard, or so easy,

what brings the reason, there is none here,

no point in dwelling in fear far from home,

I give not tears, no remorse as it seems,

for time spent roaming through thoughts and dreams,

and broken heart beats still with life,

not deathly pale hue, only blood flows through,

and say good day, adieu, so long,

and someday sing a brighter song,

no hope is here no more a reason,

I wish not linger as the seasons change,

I've lost all of them, nothing more of me,

no time in heart, nor mind, nor words to speak,

I wish it could change, the shame in a wish,

but not without purpose,

and if spoken proper might reflect something,

a light in the eye,

of someone who might see more than eye,

if they exist, they hide oh so well,

may they please come out, teach me to be,

but I am not nor will I ever,

as hollow as the casing for the bullet just fired,

it now strikes the floor, and I might as well,

until then I spare a word or two,

if nothing more say,

I bid you,

farewell