My Dead End Adventure
I walk through out this dreaded place,
I am surely running out of space.
The days are gone,
My years are counted.
My breath is surely leaving,
Keeping all my happiness seemingly weeping.
The wind is cold,
Walking by these terrible drones.
I figure it must be,
Ever so possibly,
My dead end place.
The world is speaking,
Mother nature is breathing.
Its whispers to me,
On this dead end way.
Freezing hands,
Pale pale face.
My life is over,
When its only just began.
The happiness,
Inside of me.
Its gone,
Just gone.
Far in this dead end place.
My fake smile,
Its sewn to face.
For if I break it,
I'll certainly break.
The death of me,
Will be the real breath of me.
Seemingly so,
My sorrow and pain,
Has no where to go.
This dead end adventure,
I appear to be living through,
Has soon to be going,
To make my life.
A living hell.
These days are over,
The years are counted,
Who ever would have known.
I'd be living this dead end adventure.
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Heart Made Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book of my feelings, and my emotions. None of it is untruthful, because what is a poem that isn't coming from you and only you? A few are from when I was younger, considering I'm 19 now. I had to obviously add music, and pictures to...
