Standing on a bridge
I see the end
The world's so small
Yet I can't get far
Haunted by the dead
Castles afar
Strange songs sung
And I hear a call
Don't be afraid
To say that you can't find me
Don't be afraid
To tell stories of my past
Mystical creatures
To be found gone
Lying in messages
Of death notes
They tell you it'll get better
Yet I see the end
Wizards casting enchantments
Poison filled smoke
Bodies falling down
All from we can see
The stars form lights
In which they appear
Fairies glowing
Taking a strike
Prisoners in towers
Filled with magic hair
Flowers that glow
Giving off heat
Magical angels
Yet I am here
For these all are tales
And I'm just human
But I know somewhere they lie
Each upon the people
Hidden away
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Hidden Inside (A Poem Book) (On Hold)
PoetryIt's all Hidden Inside. Deep within this poem book. Feelings of disparity to happiness. Depression to smiles. The journey within. Through my poems. By, Raya Bhuiyan
