When the waiting grows too hard to bear
And the tempest’s din is all that I can hear
I call your name and plunge into the swirling waves
Let the ocean carry me down into the depths
Where only the hollow voices of the lost
Echo in chasms of eternal dark.

Published by

Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

5 thoughts on “Dark”

  1. Jane, I’m shivering after reading this! I love it… it appeals to my inner despair and darkness, lol, especially that last line! Yes, dark indeed!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s