My Dark Poems

Pulled

She sits in her room

Music is her fortitude

Voices to comfort

Her

As the real world fades

Away

Into shades of grey

The lion goes into a deep slumber

Never growing hungry

For life or a lover

She snuggles deep

Into her blankets

Knowing the darkness is all she sees

The flower loses its pastel pink petals

To the winds pull

Bringing all to their knees

Smelling the freshly cut grass

Coated with morning dew

As the sun rises and sets

With the truth