Just One More Lost Soul

0
309

 
Confusing days, abhorrent nights.
I stand at the foot of forbidden sights.
Gusts of light pounding nails of darkness.
You stand alone like some breathing carcass.
Rescue our lives, we beseech like crude children

Please visit Grace Pending to read the full post.

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.