Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my really whacked out head. Which seems to be very depressed at the moment considering I wrote Upon the Prow and this poem today! Oh and as always, it's mine, please keep it that way! -melanie
A/N: I now provide you with another poem that will hopefully make you cry. Or maybe just a sniffle. What about an "awwww"? Hmmm oh well...
Bright Blue Eyes
Humble yet helpless he always seems
Not caring where he'll die
Just stumbling on to the growing shadow
That stretches 'cross the sky
His dark brown curls are brushed in haste
Against his sweaty brow
The minutes pass like hours
He knows not what he can do now
His bright blue eyes are clouded gray
From weariness of mind
He's running from an unseen foe
And running out of time
But all he seems to realize
Is that he's running towards his doom
With each passing step the air grows dark
To seal his very tomb
And just when all lights seem to fail
He turns and finds him by his side
Sleeping through the uneasy night
On him his hope will ride
An open bottle sits near his feet
He takes a sip then falls
To watch the moon behind the clouds
And wonder when light will call
A/N: I've told you this enough times....lol REVIEW PLEASE!
Pearl of wisdom: A gentle kiss is all it takes to renew the will of strength *odd, uncomfortable silence...* SO *MWAH!* hehehe 3-melanie
p.s. And no I did not get that off a calendar, I made it up! =)