Darkness Poem by Dorsey Baker

Darkness



With fever
your body sweats
a sickness so hard
and healing
seems impossible
and death if it comes
is more than dying
it is defeat
it is the bitter end
so much sadness
with salty tears streaming down
it is unfair
to bear such a burden
of despair
winter comes
and you feel
its frosty bite
its not the illness itself
that kills
but its the aftermath!

Wednesday, December 13, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success