When the world erupts in storms
And the birds fly, its sworms
The trees bending
Dont mind me Im just venting
The sky rages
Its all in phases
The winds tearing through
Its less than bearing though
The streets are lonely
Something about chaos thats homly
Adrift in the draft
With my make shift raft
I feel like peter pan
Modern, with my vans
My mind in the cloud
This journey, so loud
With each blow
We go with the flow
No destination, neverland
Far from population, feet in the sand
Quiet in the breeze
Shhh, listen please
Take your last breath
Feel the peace
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
