Beneath the dark
the hollow speak;
rollen through with a smile
cracking at every stop.
Not knowing what's in front
until its too late;
drowning in the hollow
emptiness.
Traveling alone is rough
wanting the light of happiness;
facing darkness to sizzle
until its forgotten.
Thinking nothing in store
filling up the flood over;
cover the evidences
to block the truth under.
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.
