The waves crash and roll
My thoughts tumble, untold
A bird gets caught in the wind
A knife appears sharp and thin
A howling call fills the air
In my head, only despair
Crouching demons enshroud the horizon in a fog
My shaky hands, as I reach, try to tell me it's wrong
A roaring sea continues it's attack on the sand
The whispers, the images, all reprimand
But the gold grains hold their own
The words no longer seep into the bone
The caged star breaks free, spreading its light
I have a reason to live, the sun is in sight
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Poetry
PoetryA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...
