Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2018
I see blood red, when I close my eyes
And black falling stars, when I open my eyes
A darting arrow, right across the sky
With my name engraved in the sky

Rain of prickly thorns, brush through my skin
Stretching, brusing, tearing my skin
The strength to lift myself, is no more
The once life filled body is no more

Shattering leaves sing, dead songs
No rhyme or rhythm matches the songs
A distant footstep sheds a little hope
But it seems a delusion, a false hope

Written by
Seema  38/F/Fiji Islands
(38/F/Fiji Islands)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems