Look within the night’s sky,
A bright light you do see flash ‘cross
Like a piercing bolt past your eye
You do stare, stare to my loss.
My frail body, it does thrash ‘bout
Pain refusing to leave, encompassing me
I do fight this, with a mighty bout
Even the unborn children will not let me be.
Innocence, it is stolen from me
My core emptied as I do try to flee.
- Poem by me.
This was a picture, I as well have the pencil sketch uploaded here, I did durring a small bout with depression (I Like the word bout, can't you tell?) Anyway, it's done originaly with a pencil sketch then gone over with colors from Adobe photoshop 5.5. Thank you.