The dark like fog settled
Encasing me in a forbidden frost
The owls overhead had questioned
"Who is lost?"
I mumble, "I."
But receive no response
So back to my own
I walk down the road
Made of sand and stone
Trying to get home
But for however far I go
I always return to that tree
Dead like the breeze
That once wailed
But now hushes to hear
A beast unseen
That crawls and follows me
Frightened now I run
And still he gains
Further and further
Trying to escape an adversary
I cannot see
This is similar to my beginning short story, Untamed. Everyone has their demons and problems. I feel like we can help eliminate the "adversary" from our lives by doing what we love. Find something that's wholesome and worthwhile. Writing, singing, dancing, crafting, and many other things that can give you purpose. What do you love to do?! Then do it. If you need help ask a parent, a friend, or a teacher someone you can trust and rely on. If you feel like you have no one to turn to, then to me. I love making new friends. Sorry if that sounds like too much. Anyway, thank you for reading. Have a good day or night...😁
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PoesíaExcerpt: The air was like mints, fresh and cool. From the east the wind blew softly, a light kiss that just kept coming back for more. The sun, just beginning to turn back towards the earth, was casting shadows that stretched far and thin. So nigh...
