As I step outside under the stars
The night calls me to travel the far
As I sit and think of my past
I wonder will the good times ever last
When I walk down my lonely road
I wonder what the future will behold
Why is it that when silence come near
Everthing around me I fear
Is there light at the end of the tunnel
Or will I spiral out of control like sand in a funnle
As I look up at the moon
I can`t help but wonder will death come to me soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Savannah, are you really just 12 years old? My gosh, and writing about death! ... keep on writing girl.....i'd like to read more....