I look up to the sky
and a tear rolls from my eye,
and I'm stood wondering why
I am ashamed to cry,
For each of my tears
will represent my fears
that have formed over the years
and formed from the sneers
I used to receive from monsters and ghouls,
who are now nothing but fools,
and cowardly mules
that crave diamonds and jewels.
They'll never get what they want,
they won't, they can't;
their desires will taunt
them with wishes that cannot grant
No matter how hard they try.
We're all afraid to cry,
but we aren't all afraid to die...
Don't you ever wonder why?
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
