|The night falls with a silent sigh.
The light for which I pine flares once then dies.
Crushed by fear as the shadows surround me.
Hesitant, I retreat.
Alone, my thoughts take flight.
The hours until the sun rises will be my undoing.
|Bio & Link|
|I’m an amateur poet/writer letting my ink spill freely. https://instagram.com/serenitys_spilled_ink?igshid=1rutbpauyfx4q|