He calls home
As I venture alone
And I am nothing but pray
Scared and afraid
I've got nothing left to say
Hide me please I can't be found
Believe me I've tried
But my soul leaves a trail he follows
Back to the day I had died
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Original Poems
PoetryJust some of my original work back when I was still in Middle / High School I remember in my creative writing classes, I would be tasked to write about different topics through poetry. The only rule was to not make your message obvious. I think that...
