The darkness, no light... <br />the fall, creaps struggling to stand <br />the scream behold the fight <br />the dirty grass over the nails, hands <br />the fight and to survival <br />no one there but you and the dark <br />running away from a phantom <br />someone not there but only you see <br />the clothing full of dirt cruelty remains on you <br />for being who you are, not what they see <br />for evil tries to bring you down <br />at last the light stikes, <br />the dark becomes the light of day <br />finally what you struggle to survive <br />is gone no longer there <br />the fight with a phanton now to beware <br />a miracle, a dream no one cares. <br />reality persist in who you once was <br />a good hearted person that evil tries to distroy <br />a pure heart for once. <br />till the darness stikes again <br />and the strugle to survival <br />no longer deep in your soul coming back for you, <br />but dont look back as following your trace <br />because that dream could actually come, <br />to hunt for you..........<br /><br />yesenia sobrado<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-struggle-to-the-night/
