Within these walls,
Never to hear your voice,
Not answering your calls,
Trying to sway me from my choice.
To wear armor,
Upon a berg of ice,
Within a broken arbor,
Playing with fates loaded dice.
Of others wary,
By darkness worn,
In this sanctuary,
From hatred born.
YOU ARE READING
Random poetry, philosophy and thoughts.
RandomPoetry, philosophy and such coming to mind. Although be warned this book does prospect many things you may not feel comfortable with, reading at your discretion.
