Fate


Darkness

Heaving, weighing upon my Soul

Painful, uneventful

Some how I must pay the Toll

Gently swaying,

Moving, Praying

At last I found My peace

In the Darkness

We call Light

A slow, gentle crease

For once, I understand the way that Fate shall be

But, I wonder...'Why Me?'

Why Me?

On my Death Bed

Why Me?

I am already Dead

The Reaper has Me in a Lock

Am I too Late?

Yes.

One.

Last.

Tock.


There! My first attempt at an Edgar Alan Poe type poem. So please review. Sophisticated Flames are welcome. So Fume, Flame, Favorite, REVIEW!!!!!