Dark, black, growing ever deeper,
My hard work increases, the hill is growing steeper.
Peer into those great black gems,
Black in the centre gold at the hems.
Cannot read the book beyond,
For that of which I’ve grown so fond.
Just wish to dive in full,
To break the greater backward pull.
But when I try to do it,
It’s those invisible boundaries that I hit.
So all I do is gaze into,
Until I find how to break through.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.09 seconds at 5:20pm on Nov 16, 2024 via server WEBX2.