Stirring in the Shadow
Restless listless hopeless there,
Penniless with rags to wear,
The shadows covers his shame,
Faceless doesn’t need a name,
Because no one really cares,
Restless listless and in pain.
No rescue no friend will come,
Ending when this movement’s done,
Drops exhausted to the ground
At last completely worn down,
Hope was long since abandon
Acceptance comes without sound
Motionless just laying there
A Shadow shroud his to wear.
Gloom
Back to the Index of 2002
to the Index~~~to Poetry 1999 ~~~to Darkness ~~~ to old poetry~~~
Poetry of 2001