I am strong.
But I can be weak.

I am sad.
But I can be happy.

I have troubles.
But I shift through them to find peace.

And there you are.
Unsure. Alone.

Why are you trying to drag me?
I'm not angry; just curious.

Is there something you see in me that you want?
Well, go ahead, take it; I have enough for the both of us.

Why are you standing in the dark?
It's much brighter in the light.

No; stop saying your words.
Stop trying to lull me in there with you.

You don't want to be alone,because your use to the dark.
But give me your hand; you'll be okay.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem