Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
— Woody Allen
A life divided, dark and night,
paints my life in shades of grey
while blotting out the brightest light.
Misery haunts me every day,
and for escape, there is but sleep,
where in my horror, I just weep.
Perhaps one day the sun will rise
where happiness can be my prize.
I saw a quote by Woody Allen, today. It was nagging me to write a poem since it first caught my eye. It’s a little dark, and perhaps it’s not in context. But I had to get it out before it started to haunt me!