Open Poetry #43 |
Victim to the Night |
pen&paper Senior Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 513 |
I lay dying in the dark Waiting for sweet salvation That might never come Holding on to each breath As though it’s my last Fearful it actually may be My eyes once shining Hold naught but fear As they watch the darkness coming near I beg it to stop Halt! Retreat! But darkness is deaf To all but the terror resounding in my heart My soul seems cold As though made of ice Or left out in the cold, and bleak December night I will myself courage To stand and ready fight! But bravery fails As I fall victim to the night |
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MOCindy Member
since 2008-07-30
Posts 73 |
Wonderful write. Kind of my feeling now. Very good. C |
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