I'm sitting here in my Dark Place,
afraid to look at the shadow of my face.
I think it's sunny outside, as I peak through the curtain, but I don't even know this for certain.
Oh Lord, I'm here in the pit! Why did send you me here?
I sit alone, my company, my Fear!
Is this punishment for my sinning
soul? If so, please no more, it's taking its toll!
I pray for a light at the end of the tunnel.
My spirit is draining, down that ever present funnel!
Forgive me My Lord, I've betrayed your will, as I sit in my Dark Place, forever still!
'Peek, peak, and pique: they sound the same but mean very different things.' You should use 'peek' in line 4. : )
I like this and feel it could be more 'polished' if you proofread it (more) . I especially liked tunnel/funnel. Welcome to PH. : )
Thanks Bri for your feedback and critique of my poem! It very much appreciated.
The Dark phase of live is always short, for "If winter is here, can spring be far be? " Let us look for the brighter days. Nice poem. Good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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