Poems on Sadness - Blackout Poetry Notes

Open My Door

I refuse to
open my door again,
for fear of being moved to lose
myself over him.

His unresting mind
masked memories
as distant echoes.

I have grown weary
of exhaustion.

My mind barren in
blue mood.
My eyes daze over
with shock swimming
in my brain.

I had a chance of
being in love
but
I'd rather be damned.

You're pining for
pure love,
but
you seem afraid of it.

He had a deep gravity
and yet,
is out of my reach.

I feel the weight
smothering me,
the continuous quicksand
after something happens.

The jealousy in me
is only my ego.

Her soul was all 
indifference,
for she dared
not confess love.