Poem #14
#13 of My Poems
been through a bunch of dark periods in my life
As things seem to become vast and deep,
The echoes ringing through the great emptiness,
Stretching on down the line, sounding over every time.
While my eyes grow heavy from my sight,
The light keeps on flowing,
Beating back the shadow's fright.
The borders grow thin and tight,
Trying to break with such great might,
Each time it pounds against the night,
Sometimes, i wish i knew if we'll be alright.
Each hour and day, i feel more slight,
My strength ebbing, growing feeble in the night.