Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
something in the cold air reeks of emptyiness and deppression. It is as if a dark beast is pursueing me and no matter how fast I run, quick I swerve ve, or smart I am I cannot escape its claws forever. I will be cuaght. I will feel it. Still I know that like the phoenix which explodes from the fire I will rise from the ashes better for the pain I have experianced.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems