BMR (4/17/1994 / West Virginia)

Dreading In Times Of Past

Dreading in times of past
Moving with dawdling ocassion
For lingering in dawn
Was his imagination

Light does not possess his soul
But darkness moves inside
The point of contact submerges
When sadness resides

On voyages great and mighty
He slowly moves away
From fight and impair
He moves on through the day

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:) this poem is perfect, thankyouu for putting that up. I love this one loadss -Sofia Darling-