I am the wildfire
Streaking ablaze.
I am the hapless soul
Wandering through a maze.
I am the stagnant mire,
So dark and cold.
I am the kings squire,
Submissive, yet bold.
I am the winter trees,
Bony and bare,
I am the useless keys,
Lost somewhere.
I am the secret
Kept under lock and key.
I am the hopelessly lost
Waiting for someone to find me.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoesíaThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
