If one chooses
To stare inside my heart
What would they see?
Joy
Happiness
A home
Family
All taken
From my young hands
Instead
They would find
Darkness
Hate
Anger
Regret
Shame
Guilt
Despair
All hiding in the clouds of the dusk.
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Souls of the Forgotten
PoetryHello, Scribes! Some people have argued that since I am a poet, I should be writing poetry. And I can see what they mean: it's not in my name for nothing! This collection of my original poetry should probably show that I can write several types of l...
