Someone said my poems are dark,
I think that may be true.
Their all about the past,
none about the future.
See even this poem,
it’s about past
remarks.
Maybe that’s why
their so dark.
Because I hold onto the past too much,
A slimy fish that you can never fully hold.
Instead perhaps,
I should look to the next sunrise,
look to the future.
(guys this time I genuinely spent like 1 min on this poem)
(like seriously no kidding)
(which is why it’s crappy as hell)