As darkness wraps its claws around me,
Surprisingly they are warm.
They seem to draw me in, invitingly;
Promising me comfort in the dark.
it lies, but what a pretty lie it is.
The demons sing songs of woe,
As the monsters beckon.
To give into this peaceful lie would be so easy.
And yet why didn't I?
YOU ARE READING
Windblown
Poetry"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!
