As time comes for night to rise,
I lay in bed thinking,”what’s gonna happen?”,
And as that thought swallows me into darkness,
I fall asleep,where my thoughts,come alive,
I struggle, as the shadows of my past drags me into my darkest,
I try to break free, but my body’s been shattered
I’m wrapped in vines of past reminiscences that I shall not forget,
I stay, held up by gloom,and hatred,
I can no longer breathe but I’m still alive,
Then,a dark radiant light drifts closer and closer till...
I woke,to wonder,
“What’s gonna happen?”
- Authors: kaipie1432
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: May 30th, 2018 23:00
- Limit: 5 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Hi, this is my very first poem and I tryed to create a scenario where the reader is pulled into the gravity of the poem. I try to keep each stanza to a max of 4 lines. I hope you guys injoy my first piece of writing.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 52
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