A place called home, somewhere in the unknown, swallowed by darkness
pain swelling inside of me.
Demons surrounding me tell me I’m not alone, taken from the place I
used to call home, being put in a situation of no control. All hell
breaks loose, releasing all that is wrong free out into the world
having no remorse for what I cannot control.
Being ripped from the inside I go for the light, traveling to get back
to my home, going through the cover of the night, hoping none can see
me, but I find myself back in the same spot, I feel the tension rising
from the thousands of demons inside of me, one chance to make this
right, one path to the light.
What has over taken me, what have become of me?
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The colors of life
ПоэзияThe book The colors of life is a bunch of poems that have a color/ color meaning to it. Some are dark poems (dark colors) and the other ones are life and more happy colors (light colors). Thanks to everyone reading this!
