Dawn & Dusk

I am the outsider
The different one here
I am the writer
The wordsmith extraordinaire

I weave complex patterns
In the recesses of my mind
Scribble abstract equations
To work out what’s inside

I am a hollow reed
That wails as the wind blows
I am mourning church bells
Echoing with resonant tone

I paint with black
This paper, my canvas
My words are a seething sea
Brooding and tumultuous

I do not mince my words
They are not for the faint-hearted
I will not underplay my emotions
Not one of them is disregarded

If you’re looking for fanciful rhymes
Or expressions that tickle the soul
Know that this page is for my pain
To release my pent-up groans

For it is only when
I paint this picture
That from this torture
I am delivered

And these emotions
Too complex for me to understand
At my pen’s command
To my will, they bend