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!!!!!
