Finish the Dream
Trying my hardest to compose myself, until I reached my final limit. “Where are you?” I
exclaimed loudly. He came to save me once again.” Almost positioned like a bag of potatoes
Black is all I see as I hold on tightly. I know we’ll be alright because I have you protecting
me and I am protecting you. The darkness finally ceases leaving us free to leave.
Copyright © Lauren Lorio | Year Posted 2011
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