Deep in the depths, it does linger. Trapped in a prison with no walls, bars or guards.
Only thing that keeps it in the depths is the shadows. It is chained to the shadows.
It would roam in darkness than be wounded by a light that burns out scorching what's around it. Leaving scars upon the ground.
So it lurks in the shadows w.aiting for the little flame that casts these shadows to extinguish so it may roam in the darkness.
A little flame that stands against the harshest of winds. Feed only buy the hope it may be a blaze once more.
So it's flames may spread through out, burning the weeds so it may be rich for life to blossom.
For life is made richer if the seeds of love are allowed to grow into a forest of dreams and ideals.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoezjaPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
