Our Gloom

Our gloom a constant treasure

Dance to sorrow’s tune

Locked away from the world

In cells fashioned by ourselves

 

Haunted by our inner darkness

The shadows beckoning us

Fear diminished by acceptance

Seeing gray in black and white

 

Undisturbed by life’s cruelties

The harsh wounds inflicted

Merely diverse colors on this canvas

Art formed by blood and tears

 

A beautiful thing we’ve forged

The gloom looms far above

Its rain pours down upon us

Seeping through the scars

 

A pleasant lie, sympathy

Hallow as words spoken

Revel in the dark signs

Pointing to the fate you make