Darkness.
Darkness, black in all.
Where is the light that we call?
We are whirled in an unknown
where we are thrown.
Help us.
Help us, we cannot swim.
We are drowning with our limbs.
I cannot see the light
and I am in a fright.
I can't see!
I can't see, where is my hand?
I only wish I know where is land.
There is water on my cheek,
and I am now very weak.
Darkness
Darkness, I think I am gone.
Now it is dawn.
The light is has almost cleared,
and I have almost disappeared.
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Shadows Into Light
PoesiaA collection of my poems which are a mix between sad and depressing to hopeful and bright, but all speak the truth. A poetry collection since 2015. ------ ✯ = featured on a poetry podcast, link available on poem
