At Dusk I sat,
Pondering over the years,
I spent alone,
In silence.
I listened,
To the deep boom in my heart,
Pressing it's own weight,
Onto my shoulders.
That one betraying winter,
Haunts my mind,
It was the winter my brothers soul,
Finally died.
Lost broken hyms,
Burst the black cloud over my head,
Bringing back childish memories,
That flood my dying heart.
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Tolerant
PoetryIt's just poems I wrote. There are mostly about life and things I've learn or feelings I once felt. I hope you enjoy reading them. Also the poems are tributes to people who have gone through some tough things.
