A mass destruction
An uproar from the inside
Massacre of the highest cost
Screaming in my head
Heart
Lungs
Destroyed from the shrill cry
The terror of others set to overshadow what little good,
What little light,
Still shines
Those who can stay in the light
And spread good,
Whilst the world seems to be in chaos,
They possess a majesty like no other.
May they carry on
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Poetry((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
