The night is like-
the broken light,
That fails-
to ever shine.
It’s cool and chilling-
giving you a fearful feeling,
Of what tails-
you behind.
You don’t look back,
Because you can’t look back.
You are afraid,
Of what your mind has played.
3/17/06
© Jordan Simon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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