The water trembles at my sight,
It is November and I see
How crows fly with all their might
And follow me.
And we fly to sacred souls,
Dystopians and dark corners,
Where the black tower calls
For the loners.
I do not write what does not rhyme,
My profile is only a myth.
What I believe is not a crime,
It's just my faith.
And you, who reads all that I wrote,
Run! Before my words catch you,
Don't look back, don't laugh or gloat.
You cannot run from what is true.
A/N: English is my second language. Your thoughts mean the world ❤️
I feel I should include an adage. But better leave the poems be unfurled.
YOU ARE READING
Mankind's Symphony [Poetry Collection]Poetry
A collection of thoughtful, not related poems that deal with First World Problems, such as War, Love, Pain, and Mystery, Reality and Fantasy, all trapped within music. A combination of classical structure and neo-modernizing, an orchestra of thought...