#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Can this nightmare may become my passion,
Where I can roam with a sense of some fashion,
These lights can find it's way even through you're heart,
But some can even tore you're in apart......


Light is quick,
Light is fast...
Shadows sneak,
Shadows are casts..
A Hope of light can be a new life, to feature the body a mould.
But maybe,
this is a bloody 🔪 knife,
Hope it can find you , it's no one
just your own soul.






© 💐Manya 💐