A blot of Darkness,
Was how it all started
The writer so careless.
Words began to spill,
Never a singular
Happy tune to trill.
From their sad mind
Spiraled tales of tragedy,
Nowhere others like it could you find.
Asking will it ever end
And getting the reply
"No time soon, my friend"
Maybe, possibly one day
But definietly, certainly
Not for you today.
You're alive but you're not,
A heartbeat but no pulse
Quite the frightening lot.
Poets across the world
Bear the weight of Death
The only ones who could
Take your life into your hands
Create light with words
Please, with me take a stand.
Dont let Death write the story pending
It doesnt have to be
Another sad, tragic, miserable ending.
Let others worry of the pressing matters
Your happiness shouldn't be
Left in tatters
We've all grown up too fast
Adapting to the posion
Dont let this breath be your last.
Write with light,
Speak the truth even if you stutter
Put up a fight.
Dont let the words be in blood,
But its okay if there
Are tears a flood
I will think no less
We're together
In this mess.
Even if its only a small thing
The light will spread
Real smiles to the world we'll bring.
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A Random Dark Bit of Poetry (Book 1)
PoetryMy poems. Read, comment, vote, whatever. <3 Warning: Most Contents Are Triggering.