Dark Poetry #4 |
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 that 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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littlefairy Member
since 2007-08-06
Posts 51New York |
Truly quite beautiful. I enjoyed the ending part of the poem the most. The fact that you stated you wanted courage but couldn't find it was quite powerful. I’m good during the day. But at night I wait.I wait for the one who’ll never return. |
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PoetsPlay Member
since 2007-12-22
Posts 56California |
That was very moving, but I hope that you never let go of the fire inside you. Alexandra |
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