Is it possible for me
to create a world of darkness,
without hope, or light
Or is there always a part of me
that will be a l little lovesick
and bent on happy endings?
I am unable to create
any beauty in the world
I fear darkness,
but where else can I go
I exist.
Yet no one knows I do
This world has conspired
to make me mad.
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Gallimaufry
RandomRandom writings. Poems, short stories from story prompts, artistic deconstruction of thoughts from the day. Not all content is mature. But some of the writing prompts to contain violence.
