I was a stranger.
A stranger in a deep and darkest night
with not a single hope inside.
And I was lost in that fight-
shadow against the light.
I had no directions.
I had nowhere to go,
but the way the fading lights did show.
Following that way without any goal
was like dying piece by piece
was like losing self control.
But while dying
I saw light coming through.
That light- that was you.
Too late. I was dead.
Love was made to make you blue.
I would really like you to comment on my poem!!!Comentario del autro
Todos los derechos pertenecen a su autor. Ha sido publicado en e-Stories.org a solicitud de Martin Eckert.
Publicado en e-Stories.org el 18.04.2006.
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