Emotions piling on top of me,
I close my eyes and I can see,
A great big field of white and gold,
An iron gate that stands on hold,
Spirits dancing here and there,
Embers and ashes flying in the air,
I breathe in smoke and flame and fear,
A bird fly’s by that one held near,
A broken tree lay slain and dying,
A small creature frail and crying,
The burnt smell of death coming up to great me,
They hold their roots and begin weeping,
For the souls that were lost in the battle in my head,
I open my eyes and the dream is dead
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Poems of an Eccentric {My Poems}
PoetrySome of my poems.. :D My writing style varies, depending on my mood. Some are very dark, others very whimsical or spiritual. Others are just plain silly. Please vote it you like them. Enjoy! :) Note: This book is currently in the publishing process...
