Dark, it's getting too dark.
The light that's just starting to appear,
slowly fading, dying.
In the corner of a dark room,
she sat and crumbles down.
Crying silently.
Too bad no one's listening.
YOU ARE READING
Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
