Death in the night
Darkness consumes all
Then a light
A blinding light
The light of love
And hope
And life
Oh how I miss it
The smell of the flowers
The feel of the sun
The light of everything
Good and graceful
Pure and loving
I want to go back
I don't want to die
Not yet at least
I still have things
I want to try
Please hear my prayer
And let me wake up
To the world I used to know
And the world I used to love
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Not Something to Write Home About
PoetryThis is a book of all the poems I have written. You can read them all or you can flip through the titles till you find one that floats your boat. I will continue to upload as a write and as a feel like it at the time of me writing this i have a tota...
