The sky is dark, the ground unseen.
My Thoughts material, a haunting orb in front of me.
A black hole of mystery with a light sheen,
A small luster as it floats, and lands in a nearby tree.
I try to climb and grab them back,
But they run and run, I can't, I'm too slow
I can't think, it's silent and dark like a shack,
The orb then drops–shatters–to suddenly cease the flow.
The sky is dark. The ground unseen.
My Thoughts are gone–
In the darkness, a small red sheen
It floats and comes landing right before dawn,
Fear is here.
And it killed my Thoughts.
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Written in Class
PoetryA collection of poems all written for a class. Most of them are related to my mental health, and some of them are pure fantasy. UPDATED WEEKLY
