In the night there was silence, dead quiet with no rise
A fathomless bottled world of darkness, full of lies
Fire burning in its silent, deadly way
Reaching further than it's original flame
Screams filled as nature began it's rage
Fear resounds at the howling cries
Flying far into the forsaken night
Death brooded under the plight
Pondering before him the horrid sight
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The Scars of Lonely Cries
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was depressed and down. I no longer am because of my wonderful fiancé who has changed my outlook on life I am glad to say. I thought that I would share them with everyone, because there are others out the...
