In the light they show no fear,
Changing in shape,
In darkness the scream,
Cutting themselves only to heal,
For we are the ones they so long despise,
Forgotten shadows still linger,
But with no master they do as they wish,
Still screaming terror, pleading,
"Why won't it end?"
Yet they see us every day,
They hide in the bowels of their minds.
Only awaiting our tragic demise.
You are dedicated if you are writing poetry at 6:30 am in the morning!! My brain cannot not working that hard that early in the morning!!
ReplyDeleteI love you. You are a beautiful young lady.