I want to be frank,
I want to be bold,
I want to shine,
And be unafraid of the future.
There's a voice of pain,
There's a yell of sadness,
There's a cry of help,
But all unheard to the deaf public.
I wanna be yours;
I wanna be strong!
I wanna see distance,
Yet I am scared of it.
What shall I do if you go,
What will I do if I lose myself,
What can I do if you change,
For the shades of autumn fall away.
I know of a place of help,
I know of a place of Trinity,
I know of a place where I am king,
Or the fear of life escapes me.
Where can I find it?
Where has it gone?
Where is the holy place I used to know,
So have I lost it the while years grow.
I feel it approaching,
I feel the breeze welcome me,
I feel the trees call me back
Nor, any life will deny me here
I want my trees.
There's a creek of life and hope,
I wanna run in the Grotto again.
What has happened since I've left,
I know it missed me,
Where are my friends here?
I feel the forest of memories once again.
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The Dark Parts Of The Story
Poetrythis is gonna be a book full of poems that tackle the idea of dark romanticism. I have recently began writing again so I wanna start on a clean slate. like and comment as you feel and hope you enjoy! It is done I have finished this book
