HEAVY (a poem)
This mind is dark and heavy,
I sometimes wonder if it is mine,
Why so peculiar and indisposed,
Yet full of mercy for the unkind?
Dark corners beckon to me,
Places others refuse to know,
Speculations cordoned by silence,
Feed me nightmares when alone.
When day passes to velvet night,
Yin and yang roll over like lovers,
This labored mind stays watchful,
No solace found by sun or moon.
At times, I am strangely comforted,
Within the raw clarity that I find,
Dark matters recognized are power,
A secret knowledge for the unblind.
Copyright 2021 Joan Wiley