I awoke Body carved whole in sorrow My soul is hollow Mind wandering off Paths blacker than darkest of hours My soul, there burrows Towards thorny crypts Blooms beautiful flowers of deceit My soul sleeps I walk on An empty unknown Alone
Authors note:
Despite my cheery nature, I did once live with a gloomy perspective. This is a look back to that time using a form of poetry I made up, where I pattern a zigzag of odd number of syllables and always ends with an even one. I like to think of it as “ragged peak” and will be using this form and others for other poems sometime in the future.
I love the way you use the zig-zagging syllables, I noticed that immediately!