It's my hell from the underneath,
I call out loud but never heard,
'Help, help' repeatedly
But help never came for me.
I looked out upon the plain
Behind the strong windowpane
Wishing that one day
I'd be there enjoying the breeze.
Sitting here in the dreadful place
Reminder to my long dead race
Help never comes for they are gone
Rest in peace friends of mine.
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Poetry-Unconditional
PoesíaUpdated whenever I get inspiration for a poem. (Although I will try to update everyday) Each chapter is a different poem and each has its own purpose. If you don't understand poetry, you wont understand most of these. Don't forget to comment and t...
