Friday, March 13, 2009

Darkness

There is only one little star in the sky.
As beautiful as it is
It all vanishes.
When the darkened fog creeps around me
Fog no, not fog but smock, smock from guns.
Now I realize that I’m at war.
People are dyeing I can’t take it any more
It’s tearing me apart.
I am wishing for death so
I can see that single shining star once more

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I would only wish for death for one person and that is to my padre.

Anonymous said...

this poem is good i like war.

Anonymous said...

cool poem and i like it.

villasenor said...

this is pretty good poem dude

Anonymous said...

This is way deppressing haha--alma g