We were once known as the honourable race.
Every living thing feared us.
But now they just stare at us with such pity and loath.
It rips my heart to pieces to see our world fall apart.
Piece by piece it crumbles,
Life by life it takes.
There is no one except me,
All alone trying to put the pieces back together.
I cannot,
What do I do?
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A road to poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I just wrote because I kind of enjoy writing poems. (Updates are on Friday or Saturdays)
