The Struggle
as night falls
and dark crawls
up to form an abyss
where every hand turns into a fist
and a small fight
turns into a struggle for life
to do what is right
or wait out for morning light
a cry in the night
sends a shiver of fright
through out the town
but they pretend there was never a sound
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
