56 parts Complete The world of scars,
Of dread and shards,
Of broken dreams and hearts,
Form poetry so dark.
Mysterious ways of the world,
Humans cruelty, and loss,
Will this ever stop?
Will the pain and voidness go on?
Hatred, anger, guilt, and pain,
Bring voices whispering ruination to minds,
Only the people who saw through those blinds,
Will understand these poems lines.
[These are my collection of poetries about the dark side of life. None of these poems are allowed to be copied without my permission. Read with caution.]
By: N. I. Black