Losing

RSS

By ~The Familiar Side of Strange~

when the sun sinks past the horizon and the water glistens in the light my eyes are filled with darkness from the pain that comes with the night when the moon rises high above and the stars twinkle with might my body is stilled with pain and though there is panic I will not put up a fight.

This poem has no votes yet.

To vote, you must be logged in.

To leave comments, you must be logged in.

June 14, 2009 23:32izzy

this has so much detail in this one. i really like it, very well written.

December 19, 2012 23:10Golden Ghetto Kidd

I like this, its pretty good