Apr 2015
Darkness wraps around my mind,
Beckoning to me.
The cold is starting to sink in,
I fight to keep the heat.
I rest my head and look above
Towards the fading light.
And as my eyes close one last time,
I bid you all goodnight.
Beckoning to me.
The cold is starting to sink in,
I fight to keep the heat.
I rest my head and look above
Towards the fading light.
And as my eyes close one last time,
I bid you all goodnight.
It's late, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. But not before I share one more poem. I've been slacking quite a bit on my writing.
