Half: Dark Poetry


My voice is silent.

I am vacant. Empty.



A dry umbrella.

An empty grave.

A soulless body.


I am the fat that’s cut away.

All of the flavor, none of the meat.


I am the clouds, looking for the sky.

All the puffy white, none of the blue.


I am the poetry without a poet.

The rhyme without the words.

The season without the flavor.

The writer without the muse.


I am lost, aimless, hopeless without you. I am half of what I was.

What’s a babygirl to do?





Dark Poetry by Brittany Adams

Artist Unknown.