Tangled in treason
mirror black with betrayal
between the snowdrops
between dark’s claws
moments of uncertainty
where I lie
(This was a combo poem from 4 prompts for JanuaryFalls19 hosted by BreathWords/Ashley Jane)
Weather controls me, and I hate him. I am completely at his mercy, and today he gave none. Windy with total grayness. That was today. That was my mood. And there was no escaping it. It wrapped me in a blanket of misery so tightly I couldn’t even fight to get free. There wasn’t a single ounce of light ever to crack through today’s blah.
This control freak even dominates my writing. Everything on the page today seems somber gray with a side of heartache. I guess I am easy prey for this beast. He has swallowed my heart and smile–at least for today. Maybe tomorrow he’ll serve up sunshine with happiness dessert.