Here, the dark
My Hurting heart
Out here, in the cold
Screeching cries of owls
Menancing laughters of bats
Filling my dizzy mind with pains
Surrounded by growling predators Bleeding profusely, a skin map of cuts
Awaiting death, the prey, feline food
The taunting chatters, freezing air
The hooded figure of my grave
My Swollen tear stained face
Sent splinters to my brain
I looked merely a wine
His favorite in brand
How it got to this
I still can't tell
T'was a dark
Cold night
YOU ARE READING
Dear Little Dipper
ПоэзияMy book of thoughts, drawn from that side of the mind This is actually where I feel most free to express my self and my pent up emotions, just like a reflection of my mind and what goes on in my mind
