the journey into darkness

withering grass feeling the pressure of time

devouring across each blade

we are born to grow and grown to die

we stroll casually among the stars

careful not to scare the moon into hiding

for she will come full again

into the night

wandering, wandering

in search of the never ending light

as it fades

and fades

 

For a 15 year old this was very profound and really well written! I'd love to see more from you.

 

this is really good...wow im jealous of your abilities.