
By George’s Girl 2925
Looking for the Light
Dark
Move
Walls
Nothing
Reach
Fall
Reach
Light
Gone
Move
Shadows
Cold
Air
Breath
Hands
Nothing
Everything
Push
Fall
Push
Light
Maybe
Gone
Still
Here
Moving
Looking
Alive
Still
endLight
Found
bright
Dark
Turning off
The light.
its very Dark indeed

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️



Comments (1)
You're right; often, the light reveals way too much.