Bleeding deeply into the night
seeping for some comfort;
the light trying to find its way
thought the darkness with-hold
Pulling deeper as I drown
never get enough of air;
fighting to the surface
knowing time is running out
The time slowly counts down
making the air thinner;
the tighten in my chest
wanting somewhere to get out
Never once close to the light
whimpering for the voices to drop;
reaching out to the tip
asking help within
YOU ARE READING
Sounds Peeking Through
RandomPoems for this evening will turn down every road and deep into cracks of darkness of each battle that passes by, and how they end with knowing the knowledge and feelings.
