An empty soul likened to a dying rose,
Once a morning glory now a hollow hole.
Trampled until nothing was left!
How was it that you, once a golden light
Now in morning take flight and leave it all behind?
You who once stood tall through plight
Now sit alone in fright!
Shadows tore at your soul 'till nothing was left
And you stood alone all this time, without friends, careless.
But look now, now you'll always stand alone!
Accepting help is not so hard, your friends love you
And you love them.
And they are stronger than you know.
So once you can't stand and the burden is too much,
Reach out your hand...
This poem was written a few years ago by me, so it's a little choppy and pathetic. I wrote it because in almost (98%) every series or movie I've seen, the hero stands alone (rather intentionally I might add). They're either the only ones strong enough to fight the enemy or they make their friends stay back because they think they aren't strong enough (ahem, Ichigo Kurosaki), I think heroes should accept help more often.
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Poetry(This story originally had a very cringy title made by a 13-year-old me so I changed it, previously Darkness of the Mind) Poetry is an intimate thing, it's where the vague nebulous ideas in one's mind take form and then flight upon a page with ink...
