Saturday morning,
after the war,
the chilling thought,
from the night before,
this feeling it makes me,
cold and unwell,
will i be better,
or sink into hell,
Saturday morning,
the sun has gone grey,
no longer the hunter,
i've become the prey,
when all is forgotten,
when hope is but gone,
fade into darkness,
or try to move on,
Saturday morning,
i lay in my bed,
the fight is forgotten,
the thoughts through my head,
belief in insanity,
to lead to the end,
under the surface,
beginning to end,
Saturday morning,
as the clouds part,
i have no more love,
left in my heart,
i'm done with the sadness,
the pain and the sorrow,
i go back to sleep now,
it's better tomorrow…
---Tyler W---
This might be my favorite poem ive written, please comment and vote on it, tell me what you think...thnx
