Spirits flew past
as the hours grew large
poor souls have the dream of which the spirits go past
They wait…
The snores tell it’s time
the roars of anger tell the spirits it is fine
The soul becomes lost but the sleep remains
though dawn creeps up
yet the spirits have
gone
Thee the child is free
But what is yet to come?
3 Responses to “Spirits of the Night”
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Very deep thoughts for such a young mind. Brilliant
A very well written creative poem, it is great to see a lot of imagination put into this piece of work. Well done
Beautiful!