Darkness

All of my poems are dark. I can't write a "lighter" poem. I guess I show what I'm feeling. Even though I'm not unhappy or upset. I don't understand myself anymore. All well.

Fly away like a dove

My anger burns the deepsest red

Because now I know that you don't care

My sadness burns the deepest blue

Every time I think of you

You call what you did to me love?

I wish I could fly away like a dove

At least then i could get away from the thing you call love