For me, I have no working wings.
No special eyes, for which to view the world so differently.
I have but trembling hands,
And a fearful heart.
And that I fear so much
Are things that cannot be seen.
Within my spreading darkness,
I am blind.
And Hope shines her little flickering candle.
I must go to that light,
Before it goes.
I know my courage
Liesthere
With
That
Light.
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Last Wish, My Poem Collection
PoetryFirst poem book. I've filled it to the top with dark poems from the far corners of my mind. Enjoy my shadows.