Woman unknown


The world is cold, the wars have drawn
In sudden land the world is gone
The sun lifts its last day
As the air begins to fade
The woman pitches out her high
As she swears the night brings her alive
Trapped in the warmth of her drugs
She takes her last breath filling up her lungs.
The night is drawn, the moon is lost
Forgotten by the world, her life was crossed
The city's lights are gone
Nights seem endless and the days seem darker.
The world wasn't meant for her to live on much longer

  • Author: Lils (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2016 19:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: 6:52 pm Nov. 12, 2016
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 40
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