deepundergroundpoetry.com
light at the end.
Listening to the silence of crowd,
and the sound of my lonely corner,
I slide through a dark tunnel,
trying to find that end of darkness..
Flashes of small lights passing by,
I just stare at them while crossing,
with a blank, hollow and empty heart,
trying hard to see the light at the end..
and the sound of my lonely corner,
I slide through a dark tunnel,
trying to find that end of darkness..
Flashes of small lights passing by,
I just stare at them while crossing,
with a blank, hollow and empty heart,
trying hard to see the light at the end..
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 632
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.