He walks alone
His coat drags on.
Behind him lays
A past of strange.
Some days I feel
I am this man.
He can be dark
And so can I.
But who is he?
A creation
I imagine?
Does he exist?
No matter what,
He walks alone
Dragging his coat
And dark, scared eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Dark Poems
PoesíaVolume 1. This book is to express my feelings and thoughts. Anything in italics explains why I wrote the poem and a little bit about me. It contains romance, emotional, and (hopefully) relatable poetry.
