The forest was silent.
It stood and watched
The epiphany of death.
Trees snapping,
Claws catching,
Eyes watching from afar.
Monsters hidden in soil beneath.
Pretty birds will lie down and weep,
Whispers of danger in the air.
He chases me in despair.
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Poems By Me!!
PoetryThese are just poems written by a teen going through a rough patch in there life. Constructive criticisms always appreciated Warning! There is depressing topics in this book. Please read with caution.
