Clear skies
None cries
Arose a flower
A lack a little power
A clear thought
A crisp memory
But will I always remember me
I see stars and thank for luck
In ice lain and stuck
I sit for I was struck
Dark ones speak in riddles and rhyme
I think in terms of hope and time
The darkness says I spread it by a melloncolly mood
But I nere dare be so rood
I take the darkness from it
I hide the hate inside
And point it at this hide
No one sees that darker side
As in the pointed head I hide
I stay half trapped neath ice
And see all so nice
I get to watch ever stars
I have created my bars
As I stay so you may be light
That must be why I chose to fight?
YOU ARE READING
poems
Acakpoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
