He stands,
Watches
As the cold wind brushes his feet
Afraid to move,
To see the gory sight
He stops,
Thinks for a second
Then realizes
Its too late
He's pulled in,
Part of it now
Him and it make a whole
He dies,
A new is alive.
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My Personal Poetry
PoetrySo these are some of the poems I've written, some don't have a title. If you think you have a title for one, just let me know. I'd love to be able to come up with some titles. Anyways, these are some of the poems I've written in the last year or two...
