Out of the darkness,
Where shadows wait to consume
A shabby spirit clean off the bones,
She emerges whole from a premature tomb.
Shaking off futility,
She sprints ahead of hope
Like Mercury in a summer’s heat
And forgets about the end of her rope
1 Pages:1
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments - Click here to add a comment to this poem