A stone pitifully lands
Deep in my soul,
Grief-stricken feelings
Flow through me
Unanswered questions
Like, "What will I do"
Race through my mind
Like a stallion
The pain and misery
Has burned a deep hole
Inside my heart,
And won't be filled
The power of sorrow
Has befallen me,
The distress leaves me broken
On the inside
Leaving this ugly world
Sounds like the best choice
So my dangers won't follow me
Ever again
DU LIEST GERADE
constantly blooming.
Poesie'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
