Clouds loom over me
Hiding away the sun
Spreading rumors of dreaded times
Stripping the world of life
A mournful song cuts the air
As every bird begins to cry
Shadowy trees jerk abnormally
The world stops here
Where it is most bitter
Mirroring my broken soul
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My Collection of Shorter Poetry
PoetryThese are my shorter poems (10 lines or less). My poems are very near and dear to my heart- yes, some are strange, but they write themselves. Any way, here goes...
