A mist seems to come and go
With a beautiful aura and flow
It crosses great distances
Putting me in fences
Leaving with a voice of an angel
Could I pass the fence? I wouldn't think so
For once I stepped beyond the boundary
Feeling free
But I went too far
Now it's just me
I face it alone
But since, I've grown
Feeling free a last
For I was always
In the past
If I was to hold hands with the mist
The darker it would've become
For it has the names on its list
Consuming anyone, to keep
Flocking them like sheep
It gathers, it gathers,
Because it's the mist,
Devouring with its shine
How could I wanted it to be mine,
Be careful of the mist
You'll be next on its list
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Unspoken Sight (Poems)
PoetryThese are my heartfelt poems, I created just being inspired by the world, life and death. I know someone out there feels the way I do, Or feels worse or even better, but who? Read my poems and look through my eyes, They are anything and everything...
