What do I do.
I don't want her to disappear,
but I can't talk to her because i'm cut off,
moving,
hot,
watched.
What can I do,
how can I win?
Will she still be there or will she fall from the tree of life and ride the winds into total blackness.
I want to light her path but a shadow covers her.
I blocks me out like a rat in maze,
constantly hunted,
always watched from beady eyes,
blocked at every turn.
This blackness has me afraid,
I try to keep it in but it just slips out when I get lost in the depths of my mind.
I glance at the time,
11:48,
again 12:26,
again 1:43,
and again 3:45.
It knaws at me,
clawing at the edges of my mind.
The spotlight is gone,
the lights flicker.
Will I make it in time or will it be the end of my time.
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The Story of My Life Poetry
De TodoThis is poems, and rants I go on about my emotions or actions, so stuff going on in real life.
