I try to
Calm the waves
But end up
Drowning cities
I have no control
Over the darkness inside me
I blow
To put the fire out
But it only rages
Burning the remains
Of what was once green and alive
I try to
Resurrect the land
Planting flowers in brown soil
But only destruction comes
Everything I touch
Gets ruined
Dies
I fear
The darkness inside me
My hands
Are foreign to me
I do not recognize
My reflection
I do not know
Who am I
I only know that
There's a dark thing inside me
And I'm terrified of it
Of the things it can do
I have no control over
This dark think inside me
-Maybe instead of running away I should've faced it
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The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
