That's Okay

I'm in a dark place, but that's okay.

I’m in a dark place,

it was made exactly to my specifications.

I paid a large some of money for it,

and it’s just right.

There is no view, and no fireplace,

no kitchen, no bedroom, no bathroom.

I created this place,

on a patch of land I’d been cultivating for quite a while.

But then the bubble burst,

and the land lost all its value.

So I built myself this one-story house,

a little box on a hill overlooking a lake.

It’s raining right now, so I can’t see the lake.

But that’s fine, I like the rain

I picked this spot because it rained so much.

I’m sad, in here,

just they way I wanted to be.

The walls are blue,

the perfect shade to compliment my chair in the corner.

I would read, but there are no lights.

That’s okay, though, because my eyes are going anyway.

I’m alone,

but that’s for the better.

You see, I only have one chair,

and I wouldn’t want to make someone stand.

So it’s good that I’m alone"

I won’t be a bother.

I’m in a dark place,

it’s my dark place.

I could leave, if I wanted to

but I don’t want to.

Author's Note

One of my more "average" poems. There's something I feel it's missing, but I can't pinpoint what.

Reviews

[Anna Blackburn]

Wonderful imagery. The way you format it as if it's an explanation to somebody is quite nice when reading. I too have the sense that it may be missing something, but you are the only one who can figure that out; when you have searched your mind and found the answer, it will then be complete.