Hello, I am Darkness and I am not your friend.
I will eat you alive while you are leaving your old shell behind.
Your room is full of shells,
they are all yours.
It is rainy and you look at them,
it is rainy because you cry.
You don't like those shells, but you need them
to survive.
How long can they last?
How well do they protect?
Let it in the past
And try the biggest shell on,
get lost in it and
never return
to
our
world.
Says me. Darkness. I am not your friend.
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Tiny poems for tiny days
PoetrySometimes, you'll get this feeling that you need something refreshing for the soul. No motivational quotes. No socializing. Nothing like that. You only need a mug of tea and some tiny poems for tiny days like that.
