Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2018
I'm sure by now
You have all felt
The unrest all around
A plague of darkness
Restless and ruthless
Lingering like gray clouds
A nagging dread
Seen in red
Through tired weary eyes
I can feel it in my bones
Shadows are passing by
.................
Traveler Tim
Traveler
Written by
Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems