A little girl, lost in the dark,
with no one knowing this mark,
deep in her mind,
her never realm grinds,
it remained in hiding,
from those minding,
on this narrow path,
in this dark heart,
help came at the brink,
when all seemed to go down the sink,
the light came as flame,
and the dark loses its main,
the debt weighing down,
she crossed the mound,
to return the huge pound,
she reached down more,
through this mysterious store,
that wrapped itself more,
all confusing her sore,
the fiery light reduced to embers,
the flame neglected to ashes,
she removed from the plough,
and eyed the guide hounds,
feeling very useless,
and utterly clueless,
she followed the hound's beckon,
to return the dark's reckon.
How was the poem?
Originally, I had planned to write in a different way but God helping me, I was able to write it better.
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PoetryPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
