Dark and Alone
Fear being a sin
Lies untold and untouchable
Haunting me eternally
With trust being a issue
And not a sin
It's hard to say goodbye
Until the moonlight end
When the clock strikes 12
The curse begins
It's like clockwork
When the cycle begins
By: Quenicia Webb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem