Happiness is low
faith is lost;
darkness is near
wonder what it feels.
Knowing it comes closer
should I let it in;
or fight it through
before the battle ends.
Trees fall
clouds cry;
breeze shivers
mountains shatter.
Thunder rolls
lightning strikes;
laying in hospital
machine beep danger.
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.
