Suffering pictures bleed black and white,
Visions now ebb from waking sight.
I feel the sun warm my skin,
Cleansing knives once within.
But darkness transforms
To coloured storm,
A Nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables,
the second line eight syllables, the third line seven
syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes with one
syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
This poem is excellent. I loved each line. It is sad. This sadness almost scares me. The dark side of us, kept hidden from others... This side exists in all of us. Some of us deny it, some of us show it openly, someone keeps it as a secret.