Category: Writers Block
before the dawn
A dream
It's gone
Flown away
On a chill night wind
The storm again
The rain; what's left of me
I stand watching the light fade
Before morning, the darkness will surely leave
I breathe the sweet scent of the mist
I exist in this hollow place
My face with no sign of emotion
I sleep in the silence
I hear the echoes of life
Beyond the bridge of sleep
So I cross over
And am alive with the day
The sun on my face
I survived the storm.
ok I guess
Hmmmmmm, yeah, it's all right.