calm waters wither in the sun
black clouds consume the world
blisters in ice
short days grow long and unforgiving
sweetly sour
May winds blow freely
blindly falling
to never stand again
as good as dead
to this lifetime alone.
YOU ARE READING
Washed Away
Poezjathe first poem is a two tone poem. the second is a poem that is supposed to sound nothing like the author the third is my feelings towards Homework/projects at the time of it being written. The fourth is the opposite of the 3rd and the final one...
