The Unknown
Feeling lost
Overwhelmed
Feelings being tossed
And overthrown
Centered in our shells
For no one to see
Just let me be
And I will be pleased
In the dark
Through the night
We hope, we pray
For the day, before us
When the halls become crowded
And we see, not but a soul
In this wicked old hole
Nowhere to be found
Nowhere to hide
Behind the grey skies
We see a light
The Unknown
This poem is about:
Me
Our world