Moot

Another poem (title: Darkness)

I see nothing but black No color or light As I walk with no sight Maybe I should head back Sit by the fire Thinking about anything fair But those thoughts are rare Maybe I should have a different desire I should sleep Lay by a tree Close to the sea Not walk and weep Is I get weary I close my eyes Wake in surprise Of a town that was dreary A great sight to see For a criminal like me