PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As I stmble thru life,

I sense a great omen,

I'm living my life,

with my eyes half-open.



If I have my own mind,

I can't control it,

If I have my own will,

I think I broke it.



If you can hear the sound,

Of the breaking if dawn,

I think i just heard it,

So the fight must go on.



When my dawn breaks,

the darkness will hide,

half-open, half-open,

Till then I reside.