Donut Crave

 Foreshadowing my former self

I found my tongue singing a hymn

only the enchanted sing.

For;

from the darkness of my core

I was a cause of the lost

seeing love as Poorman's dream.

But these verses had to be sung,

to be unsung.

As my ululating soul rejoiced

on the freedom front of emptiness.

But just like a hurricane,

on a sunny day.

She clouded my way

& distorted the dance of life

used to my feet.

As I finally discovered the pothole fill

to the void at the center.

She decanted the darkness

that used to be the cause of smiles.

Straight into the pure joys,

the Poorman used to enjoy, selfishly

without an alert to others

still dimed to the light.