I am sol, I am the sun, shine brightly for what seems to be an eternity. Was useful, now not. Hear me hear me, for once is done, shall never be used again. Try try He says. But he try'th to many times.
Gone gone, all energy is gone! He is dying from the inside, say'th to all! We can't see! No not once! We forgot we forgot!! I was warm! Useful once! But now I am dying from the inside! Help help, this is my last chance, but it resides in a space so vacant and void! Where hath thou gone? Hath yee forsaken sol? All are gone? All are gone! What happened what went wrong! He was useful but now no more. Then he died from the inside and outside! Cold cold! Frozen all over! Chilly-biting-shivers! And then.. There was nothing. It all ceased to be.
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The Assorted Poems
PoesiaLucien LeSchants gives another glimpse into the real world, one that is without filter, in his second micro collection: "The Assorted Poems"
