As we find ourselves in the dark, we search and we search, just trying to find a light, it gets lonely and painful, ever exhausting seeking with no sight, then she comes along so far in the distance, her light is one to behold, I've never known of such an existence, with no eyes to see and only pain finds my path, makes me ponder about this instance, I've never know beauty like this light has shown, I'm gonna be right with myself so I become known, as she draws closer I no longer feel alone, I rise from this dark depth beginning to regain my sight, not knowing how much was lost in myself, as if I'm hiding from the light, tears stream down my face an outcry of emotions, as I emerge in this new life I'm hopeful the dark, will never be chosen.
About the Creator
Truman
I’m just a simple man! I live in the country, not sure how to describe myself. I’ll try again….one day! For now I hope those that discover my poems enjoy them as much as I did composing them! Much love to all you beautiful creative minds!
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy4 days ago in Fiction
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