I am sick of it!
It's been too much time.
In the first light of day as the stars fade
I'm also sick of the streetlight light that creeps into my bedroom obnoxiously.
To remember you in my poems,
Hiding in the shadow of your pale light
There are so many things, I told you.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.