Dark Room Poem by Samuel Leumas

Dark Room

I'm in the darkroom of a quiet cold night
Cold-hearted I freeze myself on a seat
Gazing at the space of a soulless sky
Missing twinkling stars making heaven lonesome

I sit still, sleeping off to search for light in dreams
Asking obscured melancholia the way to peace;
Doused fire leaves the mind void of sheeny mirth
Candles lose their lights in the ocean of depression

I have longed to see those gardenias that hold cheers
In my forest of desires where the breeze is calm as a lake
Still gazing at the space in my restless sleep
And Heaven Gate still unknown in the Labyrinthine slumber

I'm in the darkroom of a quiet cold night
Lost in the Labyrinth in the forest of my desires;
Many words withered toward many things said
I find an exit to the outer darkness of my emotion

Dearest, I'm in the darkroom of the quiet cold night
Lost on the plastic chair darkly designed with disappointment
Murmuring against those beautiful things that fail to be
Trying and thriving to set the heart free from the sea of plea

2017