Black clouds all around,
shadowing the moon,
with that devilish silver line,
and the wind gone all wild,
I stare at the dark night.
Lost in the labyrinth of life,
the soul searches for,
the peace of mind.
Beside the evil woods,
breaks a ray of light,
so bright so shiny,
that my eyes go blind.
The maverick in me calls,
wants to break free.
He steps his way out,
towards the golden streak.
But then he looks around,
countless streaks surround.
The destiny awaits a choice,
but so identical are the lights,
And he stares at the dark night.
And he stares at the dark night.
1 comment:
'Beside the evil woods,
breaks a ray of light,
so bright so shiny,
that my eyes go blind.'
irony at its best. didnt quite know your poems are as intrstin as ur posts, now i do! keep writing!
p.s- thankyou.
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