Gone,
Was the light that once grazed my skin.
Gone,
Was the path I once knew.
Gone,
Was the life I once had.
Fear,
Was lurking around the corner.
Fear,
Was chasing my every step.
Fear,
Was the voice in my head.
Still,
Was how I sat as the night went on.
Still,
Was the water that I soaked in.
Still,
Was my patience as I wait for the light.
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The Littlest of Things
PoesíaThings I write because I can. I am mostly new to poetry, but I do enjoy it. These are just small poems that I came up with randomly and may or may not have meaning. Some are fictional some are real. Some are completely made of up some are based on...
