Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
I walk outside
Beholding the night
A chill fills the air
In the waning light
The sun goes to bed
In its evening blindfold
No moon to shine
It’s becoming cold
All alone
And now I can’t see
**** this ****
I’m going home.
With a twist ending.
Fuji Bear
Written by
Fuji Bear
1.0k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems