STRUGGLE

A silence felt,with a dead cold loneliness.
Thy scripts written without holiness.

I was lost,or i thought i was.
Halt! a ghost looking like my soul!

An august rush of such madness
My eyes togged with hopelessness.

A day in may i heard a hey.
A say,or a play as you may.

Blessed were my days,of a quest.
A quest were you lay your eggs in a nest.

Shattered,tattered,and torn with dreams.
Where you get and beget,then get away with things.

Hardly will u ever rest
Because everything will end up been a test.

Written by Najeeb

Reviews

[Emily]

This one sounds a little like the English poets of the 17th century. Are you trying a new style? Great write!