My friends gathered round, to mourn over end
They find themselves stuck, caught in a tight bend
Its the moments you don't see that are real
When you are cold and not able to feal
Dark colours deck the room, light not be found.
Soon I'll be left here, damp, and put in the ground
Its moments that don't exist in your life
That show the care that went into the pithe (path)
I'm left here forever, just me and myself.
Left like an old toy to dust on a shelf
But I don't blame them, I'm gone do you see
Course I'm quite glad it was not them, but me
I should have been greatful for what I had
maybe then this wouldn't be so, so bad
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Poetry
PoetryI'm doing poetry in English class. This and a tumblr post inspired me to write powems. Send in some topics, I'm trying to make my poems diverse. Give me ideas!
