Cold and hollow
His hands WILL bleed.
Deep in sorrow
He can no longer sleep.
He tries to fight
He is in need.
He can not swim
He can not breath.
He drowns so deeply
Beneath the sea.
Only the sand
Keeps him free.
From his thoughts
Of agony.
He turns from rust
Back into gold.
The vast ocean
And His story untold.
I got really sad reading a book earlier so I just randomly wrote this, so, yup.
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poems
PoetryJust poems I like to right when I get bored, and when I have no homework, and when I feel down, and.. you know what I think you get the point.
