When will it stop?
This feeling like I'm going to cry;
This crushing feeling of weight inside
Me, the one who cannot see
The enemy who lives beneath sea
Of tears, of ashes, of fear
That this world around me is drawing far too near.
Let life be lived anew and wait for the night to long
Who knew, who knew, that this world would be far too gone
To lay in wait for those who too, are deadend by the weight of you.
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POEMS
PoetryMy collection of poetry. The first three of this collection are by far the oldest, but the rest I've written over the past three years. I add to this as I write the poems, but sometimes it takes awhile to get one down just right.
