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I have no space of my own.
No place left to go.
I don’t know if my soul
has ever been this low.
All this pain is changing me
I have no secrets left.
I used to be beautiful...
so ageless and deft.
Smiling at the world
that showed it's back to me.
Blessed with a heart
too strong to flee.
But now my age is showing,
pulling down my soul.
My dreams are swiftly dying
and my light is as black as coal.
No release available.
I bide my time and wait.
Eventually my time will come,
but I believe in fate.
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.



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