It was a bitter cold day,
The landscape was barren and desolate
But was it really too late?
Had the sun gone away and taken with it it's warmth?
As the clouds roll in,
I give in,
Like the flowers give in to the frost.
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Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
