I wake up and look around.
The lights have faded even more.
Each day the darkness grows
It consumes me even more
Darkness eats away ay my light.
As if a percentage of my chances diminish.
My chance at love?
Gone.
My chance of Hope?
Dashed away.
My chance at Happiness?
Scattered in the wind.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of my Present
PoetryJust poems that I've written, most are dark and depressing so beware your entry into my mind and feelings.
