A poem about dealing with life's difficulties
Like film, I develop in the dark,
I sit here wondering when my difficulties will end,
Problems on a continue loop,
While sand is running out the hourglass.
Life was once technicolor, vivid
Now, I’m stuck in black and white.
He creeps on me like Nosferatu
I close my eyes trying to make the vampires go away,
Will you bury me in the graveyard with the others?
Well at least I’ll have the shadows.