The darkness clutches
At my scarred hands
And lays to rest
my tired eyes.
A blanket of false security
Is still a piece of heaven
In the storm of the endless night.
It holds me as a mother would
A frightened child,
Whispering promises in my
Hopeful,trusting ears.
I will myself to stay,
Even though I want to run.
For a home in the darkness
Is enough when waiting for the sun.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Night
PoetryI finally decided to put my poetry on wattad. If you don't like it then I really don't care keep your opinions to yourself thank you. I hope y'all like them.
