Poetry Friday: It’s Not Supposed to Be Funny

It’s Not Supposed to Be Funny

It’s not supposed to be funny.

It’s cresting again,
the dark tide rising inside,
and the outlets are closed, rusty,
marred by disuse.

Black thoughts run free—
unwanted, scorned—
yet free in my mind.

I laugh but only for the fix.

The darkness feeds me,
grounds me,
and the mystery inside
finds voice to paint the
summer air with howling cries and sobs,
abandoned under
flower print covers,
latching to loneliness
like a starving babe.

It is late but technically still Friday where I live so I’m posting this Poetry Friday! I recently found this poem in a stack of my old papers from July. At first I thought it was really confusing and pretentious, but I had a good time trying to decode its meaning. Now I just think it’s pretentious. Enjoy!

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