I watch them dark and dim,
The street lights closing in.
I fear the dark but just can't run,
I guess my time is done.
I look to left,
I look to right,
How can I be a blight.
Two more go down,
My time is running thin.
I hold no power,
Within my final hour.
I wish for one last thing,
I wish to be forgiven,
For all the horrible things I've done,
And the failure I've become.
I'm sorry
Somebody help
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Words to match a Rose
PoetryJust some poems I wrote, felt like it I guess. Fight me about it. #57 highest in poetry. :D Wooo! Hit them double digits! Picture by my friend Cynthia Bisby from work :D
