I was the eagle
Flying high
Everthing else insignificant
But no longerI am the robin
Falling through the rain
On wet wings
That won't workFace first
Staring at my death
But I am not scared
It's just a dream
Of endless agony.
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Dark Poems From My Soul [COMPLETE]
PoesieThis is a book of various poems from my darkening soul.