It takes you when least expect it,
Comes for you when your're not looking,
Doesn't care if you want to go,
Not one bit.
It grips you with both hands
and refuses to let go.
Takes you towards either the light
or the dark.
Heaven or
hell.
One in the clouds,
All fluffy and white.
One under the ground,
With not one ounce of light.
It can be a good thing.
Could rid of a life of misery,
A life of pain
and of heartbreak.
So go when it comes for you
let it, don't fight it.
Let it hopefully take you towards the light,
towards a new life of peace and tranquility.
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Why do I even try to write poems?
PoetrySo I decided to write some poems, about different things. Most are about love or quite depressing. I will warn you now, I am not a poet, not many of my poems rhyme. None of them are any good. But at least I try, try to make people smile when they re...
