Darkness

by Monique   Dec 31, 2004


Through the darkness,
past the sun,
death...it thrives,
you can't run.

The darkness is coming,
there's no sense in running.

Six feet under,
the moist ground,
silent forever--
the darkness makes no sound.

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  • 19 years ago

    by GoddessOfWings

    This poem is really cool lol. It's short yet you can understand what you are talking about (hence the title, but still lol). I like the sentence: 'death...it thrives'. Very powerful.
    Thanks for rating my poems, i am so sorry to hear about you're mom, i hope she gets better, and you're father too. Keep writing, please!
    Gurdy x (GoddessOfWings)

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