Venture
As i walk upon this empty road
Silent cries and shrieks unheard
Ironically echoed through this hollow path
Pleading for left-over mercy no one can grant
I care to continue through this obscure track
Hoping to find something that may fill the lack
A bright white light was seen above
A hand reaching out in the form of a dove
I extend my arm in hope of a greater life
And there you have it, eternal salvation is given to you my child
A collection of poems written by
aquintaine.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia.
Poetrymelancholy, blithe and bewildered poesies this is not a place you'd want to enter
