The Key
Fear not the storm that rages within.
The loss of all hope.
The small dose of sin.
It's all temporary;
What we see, tough, and feel.
It's all necessary;
To grow into something real.
The wars are the talk;
Angst is all the rage.
Now you're starting to see;
Why a bird sings within it's cage.
As you get older,
You'll soon find the key.
The key to yourself.
The will set you so free.
~Sephyra
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Poems from the Abyss
PoetryA vault of poems that express my inner thoughts... and my need to make a good grade in creative writing!
