sitting in the dark
waiting for the sun
that will never come
dreams turn to sand
slipping through your hands
the wind wiping wildly
through your long and unkempt hair
naked as a baby
dressed and gone to war
please somebody save me
from the shadows
outside my door
Original Poetry 
March 18th, 2012 at 12:49 am
I can feel your plea and emotions through your words; beautiful~