The dark is killing me, no smile no light no life.
Im serching for light but the dark is graping my shoulder with the claws of hell, and draggin me back.
No fire in my soul to light the way.
No hands to drag me out of the claws of hell, only hands pushing me back into the dark.
only thing I got is a picture in my head of your smile it keeps me alive.
A really great poem, like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Children Of The Night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dark doesn't last long... there is a sunrise after every night... And I wish that sunrise bring you shower of happiness and fill your life with all the colors from the rainbow... Keep up the spirits! !