Sunlight hides,
visible dark clouds,
rain pours,
as my hand
loses its strength.
Slowly letting go
the grip of life.
Removing
the touch of hope.
Finally,
I'm gone.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
I'm Gone
Sunlight hides,
visible dark clouds,
rain pours,
as my hand
loses its strength.
Slowly letting go
the grip of life.
Removing
the touch of hope.
Finally,
I'm gone.
