Into the Night
Into The Night the mad train rolls on
Trying to outrun the unbearable past
Into the blackness my hopes are cast
Grasping for memories, time is gone
Holding on tight as it rounds the bend
No answers to the questions asked
Into The Night
Life and death are the raven's spawn
No longer dreams of life held fast
Closing this sorrowful book at last
The velvet curtain is slowly drawn
Into The Night
Barbara Gorelick 7/19/12
Traffic of Life-Rondine
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment