Stairways & Nightskies...

This darkness,

it shrouds.

Blocking out,

i cant see the clouds.

And, these thoughts,

they stay.

This worlds become

too gray.

 

 

*Now i lay me down to sleep,

i pray the lord my soul to keep*

 

 

 

This light,

its broke.

No longer,

you wont see me choke.

And, these memories,

they hold.

This lifes become

way too cold.

 

 

 

*And if i die before i wake,

i pray the lord my soul to take*

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

************************************************************* All Right, Night Stars **********************
The title is awesome Zomb. I think the take on the pray suits the deal to a tee, the Balance of Light an Dark a cool theme. Yep I feel it and the picture gets painted, good work you and shows real emotion. Neat... keep on truckin! Just a short as it's early an have to go back to the real job deal, sneakin in seconds and seen your poem here on the wire. Awesome stuff, Write On / Right On! Ro...
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