I don’t have much experience with poems and their inner complexities, but I had a burst of inspiration when I had a recent *cough* traumatizing *cough* experience.
I call this Stained.
It slinks
With blackest ink
Over lands of snow.
β¦
It stains
With jagged grains
And never slows.
β¦
It spreads
The darkest dread
That only grows.
β¦
It creeps
From the deeps
Of blackest woe.
β¦
β¦
β¦
β¦
Itβs a bug
In my tub
And it has to go.
*splat*
"Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien