Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2020
The lights
are screaming,
"may the night
doesn't end."

We, too.
When we are
at our best,
we hope to
stay the same.

As the sun rises,
the lights say,
"I will be back."

We, too.
There'd always be dark days, what matters is how we get over those.
jcl
Written by
jcl  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
264
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems