Trapped in a corner,
unable to hear my voice.
Waiting in horror
as the darkness destroys.
I stand for my honour
and that subsides the noise.
I walk towards the reaper,
and make the everlasting choice.
Poet's Note
The ones who Dragged me out of my own Darkness, you gave me hope. Hope to suck it up and move on, cause that's life. Thank you for that, it ment more than you know.
YOU ARE READING
Before The Light
PoésiePain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
