Scream. Stop. Resistance.
There I was again, crying at the corner,
Since I know I was again, the loner,
Weeping like a wolf hit with thunder,
Stuck in the darkness, I'll suffer, forever.
Once, I became a friends' crying shoulder,
Then I became a teacher, and then a soldier,
I became a friend, I became a brother,
Yet they see me as an evil, scheming monster.
I dreamed to have many friends when I was a child,
Since, I never had one, too naive, always mild,
But like a hundred masked men, feral and wild,
They pummeled and wrecked me, even when I smiled.
My heart dropped when I looked at his brown, dreamy eyes,
One look in his brown orbs of mercy, and down falls my lies,
What he didn't knew behind those grins are cries,
While I admire him from afar, my screams are in reprise.
Poor me, poor me, as I wonder in the distance,
I saw the manifestation of darkness in stance,
Its claws and swords, shone in moonlight's glance,
It deprived me with strength, it stopped me to advance.
As I stand still in this forest of thorns,
Each movement slowly crippling my skin and bones,
I dreamed of happiness, I dropped my everything,
In the distance, my frozen heart is what I cling.
And after all the perfect storms, I learned a lesson or two,
That when you dream, make sure you do not feel blue,
Or then if you drop, then promise me you'll stand strong,
And in the distance, if you leave, come back, for I'll wait all night long.
Dream. Drop. Distance.
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Poems From Icewrack
PuisiWith a frozen breath escaping my mouth, And burning desires coming from the south, Behold are poet lines written in rhymes, Which will send you far to the northern crimes. It will show you love, like it's never burned, It will freeze your heart, 'ti...
