The skies are gloomy and clouds are grey.
The rain seems to never go away.
When the rain keeps pouring, and day turns night
I can no longer remember the sight of light.
Sorry, I won't be posting as much because I'm writing another story at the moment, but I'll try.
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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...
