Sitting.
Alone.
On this dark dark night.
Waiting.
Watching.
For this light that you hold.
Sitting alone in this dark night, waiting alone in this cold.
Waiting for the light to shine upon me.
That fabled light that you hold.
The glow that stories speak.
Which prophecy has foretold.
I’m cold in this loneliness.
I’m alone in this night. With nothing around me I fight.
Myself mine own worst enemy.
right... its just that sometimes we feel like were alone though with crowd around.... and'ts like we can't relate wtih other.... it could be wierd to think but that's a usual thing for me....hehe well, just im not that sociable...
I’m cold in this loneliness. I’m alone in this night. With nothing around me I fight. Myself mine own worst enemy HEY............... LOVELY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautful....something I could have written myself.....