Crash
Concrete tumbles in on itself
Bang
Hard metal slams into gray walls
Crunch
Broken stone slabs break beneath heavy treads.
Snap
Electrical cables tear apart
Grind
Ancient floors crumble to dust
Roar
Grimy machine belches black smoke
Rumble
I push forward, numb to my destruction
Splinter
At least the noise drowns out my demons.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
