09 November 2010

Painted Black

The world without words
Is painted black.
Tiny sable points
Dot over every star.
The night weeps
As the moon hides her face in shame.
The sun gives up hope
And burns on
For no reason.
The dreary droops of leafless trees
Makes the earth think that it is sad.
But no one knows
If anyone cares at all.

I forced myself to write something. Next, I'll try to force myself to write something good.


  1. Oh how wonderful. Poetry again! Inspiration struck!The words have a good flavour. It should be read aloud so that you can taste them.