• Hope


    Spinning, swirling,

    spiraling down.

    There’s finally no one

    left around.

    Lightning will split the sky

    as it flashes,

    and thunder’s heard

    as it crashes.

    Will anyone

    hear me screaming?

    Or should I just

    go back to dreaming?

    Dreaming of my

    one and only,

    the one who

    will rescue me.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    PandoraBox’s Poems (25)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Progression of Life 4
    Never Forget 0
    Muse 0
    Betrayed 0
    Dad 1
    The Day I Lost You 1
    Everytime 1
    Falling 0
    n/a 0
    Life's Lessons 1
    Light 0
    My Emo Poem 0
    Over It 0
    Perceptions 0
    Silence 0
    Sleep & Wake 0
    I Lost You 0
    Darkness 0
    n/a 0
    Victory 0
    Breath 0
    Lost to Yourself 0
    Anxiety 0
    Isolation 0
    Waiting 0