[This poem was inspired by the form and style of Tushara Olivia ]
Darkness held sway,
I was a negative without a positive,
None willing to print me,
To give me stark relief,
That my puzzle be meaningful to others.
We all derive from the same original master print,
Yet mine scarred and blotched,
Ugly beyond repair.
Other rushes come and go,
While I wait and languish.
Digital age makes me redundant,
I never find a soul to call my own,
Tear me to pieces if you wish,
But don’t tease me thus,
To push me beyond anguish.
Many seasons pass,
Sinking my soul to the depths of hell,
I hate waiting for I can’t breathe,
Yet I wait for that is all I can do for now.
Waiting for gentler winds
Dispelling theses storm clouds.
Waiting for a brighter sun,
To cleave the darkness.
Waiting for sweeter moments,
To cure boredom.
Waiting for a love
That accepts and heals my negative,
Not bothered that I am a man without a positive.