It seems as though
in the darkest of times
the blackest of nights
the quietest of days
the wrongest of rights
The voice inside
urges you on
feeding you wisdom
playing that song
that everything's alright.
A blossom of hope
a seedling of prayer
pushes you through
the deepest of lairs
YOU ARE READING
A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸
Poetry"she writes when broken and lost inside, hoping the ones she love read between the lines" Cover by TheGreatSphinx ︱Honorable Mention (3rd) in The Rhapsody Awards︱
