End of Days

Just a momentary release...

She sits shattered and torn day by day,

Writing words in a world of display.

Hoping to grasp a love without fear,

That takes its grip and holds her dear.

Her longing for light hidden by gloom,

Finding no men match she sits in doom.

She wants to feel every point of love,

But nothing seems to rise high above.

Those feelings burning each day a new,

Strangling her mind laid sadly in subdue.

Look for the rose a hand given by a friend,

You'll find more the you thought in the end.

Reviews

[micky]

The first two lines hit home.
I love this piece it took me to place I often ponder about,well done beautifully written

[Bohrium Guy]

Thank you for your kind review. I am glad you like it.

~Rob~