It all flows along
Down to the dam
And the level gets higher and higher
It all builds up
All that turmoil
It’s a wonder it can be contained
It waits
The anger hidden
With a perfect tranquil façade
It fills more
Pouring in
Nearly more than the dam can take
It’s at the limit
The floodgates open
All the turmoil escapes from its vault
The emotion can not be hidden
And the tears run down my face
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Poetry-The Dark Ones
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that is somewhat sad and dark.
