None - Poem by Sarah Sisson
I've come into a twisted mark on my hour.
The frozen enthusiasm grips my breast
and throws the light out the window.
I know sympathy is no longer there for me
and I fight to come forth and do justice for my able mind.
I creep along unsure of my behavior.
I want to become strong.
Yet, I never know where my fears will lead me.
My breath is shallow when I chase
the darkness into nowhere.
Comments about None by Sarah Sisson
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye