Poem

DARK

When I beauties poems I am always left alone,
Trying oh trying to live unalone.

Death and darkness really I don’t fear,
It’s what I feel like while I am sitting here.

Death is dumb Life is shame,
Even if you don’t play this cheating game.

Cold and cold mix with my fears,
Destroying lovely something I’ve worked for, for years.

My life is yours and I’m assured,
By the breathiness of not giving up yours.

Elden