Feelings of Black
feelings of black
complete darkness
consuming me
coming from inside
do you not know why?
why you give me,
feelings of black
you are my past,
and i am tired of looking back
i know the time
i know what the hands on the clock mean
i know what they would bring
feelings of black
not really waiting for you to ring
hearing your voice
is like a dagger in the dark
like meeting the most evil stranger
in a crime ridden park
feelings of black
that is all you ever give to me
you never allowed me to grow
you never allowed me to see
James Garratt – 1994
More poems at
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https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/2020/01/08/the-boy-behind-the-glasses-an-introduction/
More poems from 1994 here
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/category/poems-and-writing-1994/
Feelings of Black – Most Likely Written Sometime Between September and November 1994 (Aged 19)
