Walking down the path
I saw a beam of light
Filling the sky with color
And making the world seem happier
Walking down the path
I tried not to look back
Nor even think about
The light ridden forest behind me
The forest of which I came
Seemed a little too dark
A little too quiet
And a little too frightful
Hatred's Cove is where I came from
Sent by an angel from above
To try and find something
Or someone to rid me of my scars
So onward I traveled
Through The Meadow of Love
Until I reach the end
Until my scars are healed
I neared the end of my path
A gate stood before me
I rang the bell
Yet no one seemed to reply
Once the gate opened
I eagerly went in
To try and find someone
Something to heal my scars
I was greater by him
The angel who sent me
He lead me to a man
With holes in his wrists
He told me my scars would heal
If I believed that they would
I asked him "how this could be"
But all he said was "believe"
So I did
I believed
And they were gone
My scars were healed
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Poems
PoetryIf you like dark and depressive poems, that's what i write. Most of my work is based off either someone I've gone through, or something I've helped a friend through. I hope that these help others see that they are not alone in whatever they go throu...
