A cloud of danger, cloud of trouble; a cloud of death upon this realm.
A cloud of ash, and smoke, and rubble; and standing, I was, at its helm.
Underneath the muffled cries, the agony of old lost friends,
of those soon meeting their demise, of those about to face their ends.
It was those horrid cries below, and those horrid clouds above
Allowed me to regain control, to see what chaos I had done.
And so my walls were torn asunder, my heart now just a hollow core
And so the world now waits in slumber, doomed to waken nevermore.
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Feelings Without Names
PoetryA collection of a college student's poems, used to explain his emotions when single words do not work.
