Fin

He ran and
he ran
towards the light.

But the dark was
getting darker
and the light was
getting further.

The hallway was
getting smaller,
his steps were
getting heavier.

His breath is out
of reach.
Between gasps,
the coldness of the dark
woke him up.

Alone and chained,
the story of his life.

Reviews

[Another Poet]

Cool one. This poem let me think about my own poem. I have also a ''life'' poem ;)

[Leandro Mendez]

really? can you request me to read it please? :)

[Another Poet]

okay that is good!

[B-poet]

Very well written and eloquently profound. Nice work. :)

[Leandro Mendez]

thank you!!