Mine, hooded
With darkness
Murky
And empty
The navy
Ocean of
Yours,
Becomes
My only anchor
In spite of,
How the dead of night
Went dark on me
In a world
So cold and empty
You call my name
As i walk alone
I found in you, what was lost in me.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless
Poetry"These scars will always be embedded in my skin, just like the pain has been printed onto my destiny."
