Within the darkness of my mind,
Within the verses of these rhymes.
My thoughts come upon the sheet of white,
Collecting memories of my mind's own fight.
Through the dark of the day,
My soul's recovery will delay.
And with the chorus end,
I will not be able to defend.
With my friends to come and go,
And I have these chains to throw,
The black will flow upon the page,
And the smoke will blow from the sage.
~Penguinz
Guys, sorry it isn't much, I just haven't had much courage to update anything. My friends are practically leaving me, so I haven't been too good, emotions wise.
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Kenn's Book Of Poems
PoezjaWelcome to my book of poems, made by me. Every time I write a song, I'll put a fragment of it in, or just put a regular poem in. Are you ready for another bad poem?
