I’m Feelin Down At My Darkest Hour : Lyric Poetry

I’m Feelin Down At My Darkest Hour

By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling

I am feeling down

 at my darkest hour

 like the lights of blindness has shut enabling me.

No ears

 no sounds

of the beating crowds no more.

 My darkest hour plays

Rush and rule let

 with my tears.

 Speaking in years

 Forget the tears as they have no meaning

What’s the meaning to me?

Its signs of a hateful sad path

 Of pouring champagne glasses of rage

 Getting revenge of

Feeling down

 At my darkest hour

I  shiver

 and shake

 mating with you leaving the spirit of my body.

Tossing and turning yearning and learning

Standing firm of my spoken jester O’ honey

My love can’t be prosecuted by the displays

 Of the resumes

 Of what you say?

The hay is to tough for me to lay my thoughts on to get it on in rain storms of

Skelton bones of washed up years

 Feel my tears

Taste my sincere

 As I walk off this stage giving you a jazz play

Feeling my woman’s cry reveal to me

Why?

Tell me

The answer

Turn to my channel

And watch me

At

My

Darkest

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