I stand upon a mountain
And look down below
Amongst the mountain tops
Covered in snow
I look west
Where the sun sets
And I see guilt and regret
Many decisions past
And east rises the moon
The future awaiting
Casting me in blue light
The decisions to come
I'm in the snow
But I don't feel cold
I want to
I want to freeze
The ice should tear
through my cold skin
And I should scream
Until my blood goes cold
But I don't
I just stand there
Watching
Upon both directions
West I watch helplessly
Bathing in regret
East I watch carelessly
Residing in ignorance
I want to leave this place
But I can't
Every time I believe I'm at peace
I wake up here
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Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. Every new part is a poem written by me. Every poem will have its own individual characteristics. I'm not keeping myself to any rules of poetry in terms of form and rhythm.
