This is the one I got published in a poetry book...
Yes I was published. HAHA!
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Sadness eats away inside
The happiness that you live by
Sadness is the color blue,
Not sky blue-A deeper hue.
Darker than the ocean deep
You might as well just be asleep.
Sometimes you feel just like a deer,
Surrounded by a pack of wolves,
The growl, snarl,
They know that you can't run away.
Much too true.
But you, yourself, want to run to your shelf
Curl up, be away, all day.
Your soul calls "Run! Don't let it be! What it shouldn't couldn't, cannot be!"
But you can't run.
It is the blue.
The blue is already inside of you.
YOU ARE READING
Collection of Poems
PoesiaDo you think between the lines? Do you dare to delve deep into your consciousness and pick out the raw, untamed thoughts of your soul? I do.
