The End.

Out of my grasp

Holding so tight

Death has a clasp

Marks from the bite

Close tight your eyes

Yet see all around

Open to lies

Tied to the ground

Running away

Yet staying in place

Night turns to day

Abhorrent a face

Turning it's head

Struck by the horror

Feeling the dread

Gone the adorner

Greed makes it ugly

The beautiful fear

The lock and the key

Keeping it near

Spinning in circles

All turns to blur

Luring, it pulls

None such a cure

Let go to the dark

And all will be lost

Journey embark

Stay at all cost

Heed every warning

Regard every whim

Mocking and scorning

Your light becomes dim

Stay far away

And you shall see

The dread of it all

How missed are thee

Stay by my side

Never release

Time we will bide

Allow feelings increase

Ignore all the hate

The ugly does leer

Allow self create

The end could be near

Reviews

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I appreciate the imagery which captured the very end when it is near. well done

[Wolfwind]

I like the overall message this poem leaves. It's speaks to me of how one must always find the good in the moment, or else that moment might be lost forever in time's dance. Waiting to long and the good might be gone, and then we're left feeling despair.
I think you have a good flow to the words and the imagery is such that it makes the mind wander into the esoteric and mystical as well. Great work!

Aaron

[Courtney]

Thank you so much! I am glad you could relate the meaning of it all. I'm glad you enjoyed it! :) xx

[Jordan's Back]

Deep, Free flowing write with an element of hope, Excellent

[Sam Gregory]

This flows really smoothly, penned quite well too. Keep at it :)

[Courtney]

Thanks so much :) xx

[Sam Gregory]

Np :)