why so dark?

Why So Dark

I wore my dark coat in the morning  

Put a smile, started my everyday race  

In the evening I looked at my reflection  

I was wearing my coat on my face

Did I write this? Am I this dark?  

Nothing fun or childish to celebrate  

No joy worthy of a remark  

Or warm loving moments to write about

I always write about tears and darkness  

Because everything is incomplete without sadness  

From birth we start to mourn our deaths  

Might enjoy life, but like to talk about loss

I wonder, is black as dark as we think it is  

Or what else could be darker  

White, maybe, when it is a shroud covering a loved one  

Red, sometimes, when it is blood from a rose or a gun  

Or memories, where the end is the same as they start  

With hugs, tears and kisses that won't last

Many things are as dark as black, or even darker  

But I ask myself, again, why?  

Why do I need to look for darkness  

My words sink low, even when my spirit is high  

Why my tears are plenty in my writings,  

and how rare is my laughter

So,  

I gathered all my memories,  

as I like them to be  

Organised, in order not of time,  

But by importance to me  

I saw my whole life  

Full of joy, happiness and misery  

Like all people  

Simple, straightforward, no mystery  

So why only write about despair, anguish and grief  

It's the same as happiness, nothing lasts  

All become memories, always brief.  

I am rarely sad or angry, I am content, most of the time  

But to get the words to flow and poems to rhyme  

To make my words worth reading  

I have to make the white pages bleeding  

I can only share my tears, my deep thoughts  

My bleak memories, and my dark coats.

Ahmad Baker