Oh, little poet of nothing,
Transcend to the unknown.
Be the shadow, be the dark
That breaks their misleading light.
And fall, when they all rise,
For it's surely okay to fall.
Underneath is a truth
Truer than their gloomy hopes...
Oh, little poet of nothing,
Fall.
Come to me
Because i'm lonely down there.
And my agony needs your company.
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Of Agony And Hope
PoetryA random collection of poetry, each telling a story that only happens between the time you start reading, and the time you've stopped...
