Pray Tell. Poetry From a friend

Pray tell?



Pray tell?

Why do I find myself lost.
Lost in the chambers.
The chambers of my darkened soul,
Wandering,
Seeking,
Searching,
For that illusive perfect phrase.
For just a few words..........Just a few words.

Saturated,
Saturated in unknown emotion.

Only 2 tell you,
Only 2 let you know

That you have changed my
blackness Into hues,

Hues of majestically flowing colors of Red

With Love from South Africa