i sit in a dark room

when reading my poems read them as a whole then read the bold for a hint of what i am saying

i sit in a dark room

no light anywhere

not even a dim light

not even the light of the moon

it is not empty

for it is full of me

for it is full of all the unwanted pity

from those that see

my hidden misery

sometimes there is a light

in the dark room

sometimes i’m not

in the dark room

there is an invisible hand

over my mouth

and there is a necklace

around my neck

i grip onto it for dear life

the only way out for good

is to let go

the only way to let go

is to let go of the necklace

i scream into the hand

“why, god, why?”

but all that comes out

is the hands words

“i’m fine.”

the hand

belongs to me

the necklace

is a noose

i hang in a dark room

no light anywhere

not even a dim light

not even the light of the moon

i swing from the ceiling

i let go of the necklace

Author's Note

when reading my poems
read them as a whole
then read the bold
for a hint of
what i am saying

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Very clever gimmick, using the bold words as subtext. The content is a bit too emo for me but it's well written and intelligently composed so I still have to say well done.