Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
I pray that my feelings
Shall soon pass
With the hand of clock
As it moves the time so fast.

For six years,
I dreamt.
I hoped.
I waited.

All I hear now
From the mouth of fate
"Let there be nothing,"
And truly, there's none.
The left side of my chest aches. Too much.
Salome
Written by
Salome  The Metro
(The Metro)   
466
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems