Water,
It runs all day, but never runs away.
As soon as I drown I becomes it's prey.
It holds me, captures me in its endless glaze.
It's even worse than the fiery blaze.
Sorry about the length of this poem. It's a bit short . . .
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
