It's cold...
This world brings coldness and fear
You brought warmth..
But so quickly it dies
Your spirit has been broken down many times
Yet your mind tells you...
'I'm not broken yet...'
You've been tortured by the monsters..
Of the cold..
Day by day..
The warmth grows..
Just a little more and you would see flames......
Just a little more..
You wouldn't be cold..
But the Coldness in gulfs you..
Swallowing you whole..
Just a little more....
You tell yourself,
'My warmth will rage on'
Your soul has become numb now..
In the end...
The warmth you brought..
Never grew...
You were fooled by the demons
Of your nightmares..
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Lollll, made this jut from the top of my mind, I wanted to make a short poem. Since I only have 2 poems. But indeed, this means something again. I'm in choir now, yey.
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