This land I speak of is my long forgotten abode,
Seen by few,
But heard by many,
With the words and their now gentle flow,
Up and down the emotions stir,
Forever lost in this blissful peace,
Off on my own,
The land kissed with Dawn.
But that's all been so long gone,
Hidden away in the echoes of the coyotes' howls,
the dark of the night,
When not another beast dare stirs,
Besides the demons in my heart.
Help.
Because here they are all shadows,
Just out of sight,
And wish to hang me up by ropes,
Even though they never even come close.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
