In the Shadows We Roam

I poem I wrote about some people's love for the dark and how consuming it is. This was also my very first published poem by The World Poetry Movement.

In the Shadows We Roam

Death looms silently above the living,

Taking each moment in,

Each moment we're giving.

It sits quietly just waiting for its time,

To crash down upon our heads,

While some are in their prime.

We take time for granted and live in the tomorrows,

Not able to soak in our moments,

But wallow sadly in our sorrows.

Then death drops down and takes this all away,

Every moment, every memory,

With the wishes you could stay.

Yet we love the darkness, so in the shadows we roam,

We scream softy in seas of sadness,

When we wish we could come home.

So until the day death drops coldly upon me,

I will float alone in this madness,

This cruel never ending sea.

Author's Note

Feel free to let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Amelia May]

Your poems all seem so wonderful, just a few grammatical errors. I hope you don't mind if I shed a little light on them for you.
Title: "The" should be "the".
3rd line: "were" changed to "we're".
13th line: comma after "darkness".

I could be wrong about all of those though, as you might have been trying to portray something through your words that I might have missed. =)

[Nicholas Duboe]

Your absolutely right! Sorry I missed those! Thanks for correcting me!

[Amelia May]

No need to apologize. I am having so much fun reading your work, so thank you.