*This poem is a cento or "found poem," meaning you take lines from other poems you've read, and make it into a new poem. I do not take credit for the lines, only for how they were put together.
When you’re hobbled and blind, all you have is the sound of life,
and inside there is a fiend that likes to feed on my emotions.
Everybody has a demon to fight.
You’re my friend, sometimes,
you hurt like a flower being cut from the sun.
When you’re dead, you’re still dying.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
