The Dark Realms
I'm very still when it comes
to fear.
I'm very quick when it comes
to danger.
Trying to survive the dark realms,
isn't something you should
see.
Breathing, with my last breaths.
Gasping for safety.
Losing everything,
including my strength.
Hoping you can escape,
just maybe.
Starring, at the bit of light
there is up top.
Watching it disappear.
Me, floating through the mist
of the flames.
Where I parished for Eternity.
This poem is about:
Me