Scouring shadowed lands –
Seeking those outstretched hands
After the calm of the passing storm,
In the heart which was torn;
It’s blood leaking across the shadows
Bringing warmth to them once more.
Futility lies within everyone’s soul,
Feeling inadequate is second nature,
Feeling deflated comes both day and night,
Being elated is often out of sight.
Though the souls which hold the brightest spark
Were once showered in eternal dark.Follow us to stay up to date with our writing tips/advice, schedule updates, special offers, prize giveaways, and writing-based competitions. Got any questions/inquiries? Hit that little email icon and send them over.