As day burns down to night.
My soul is running out of light.
I hear their screams.
Feel their pain.
...
For dreams I can not bare.
For love I can not share.
I walk a lonely road
Across the country side don't ya know
...
I'm 14, I've been writing poems since I could remember. All of my poems are based off a memory of mine. I had a bad child hood. Poetry is the only thing that gets me through the day I may not be any good but oh we'll I have a dream and practice makes perfect.)
Fear.
As day burns down to night.
My soul is running out of light.
I hear their screams.
Feel their pain.
These things haunt me everywhere I go.
My heart starts racing.
My chest is pounding.
I can't show them my fear or they will take my life.
Every move I make and with every step I take
They are watching me.
Waiting to find my weakness.