Another twilight evening
In this small, forgotten town,
My sad heart is filled with pleasure
Every time the sun goes down
The shadows grow much longer
The sky offsets thon trees
A shade of red highlights the clouds
Like that of my bruised shaking knees
Peering through the curtains,
My candle slowly burning out,
Soon I'll rest my head again,
And dream of peaceful doubt
The best days of your childhood
Are the ones you have forgot
Yet you'll see them when a vistor,
Whom your death will soon begot
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Depresso Espresso Poetry
PoetryA small but growing collection of my own original poetry. These poems illustrate a lot of things that are beautiful to me, with my tainted mind, and describe a lot of the struggles or situations that those dealing with mental illness (or just a perv...
