Dark light of night
I look up at the crimson peach sky,
and listen to cars still passing by.
All alone, my tears I'll weep
in this city that never sleeps.
In this rushing restless world
I am just a lonely girl,
but in the dark light of this night,
I'm the leader of an important fight.
A fight against the inner self,
knocking off all extra emotions on the shelf.
Not fussing over worldy wealth.
In the dark light of the night,
I'm a bird getting ready for flight,
hoping all will work out right,
only until the morning light.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Paper Cut Eyes
PoetryThese are just some of the poems I write. My emotions in writing.