In verses veiled with shadows deep,
I trace the paths where sorrows creep.
These poems, born of darkest hours,
Unveil the weight of tearful showers.
With ink, I paint the somber skies,
Where melancholy softly lies.
Each word a tear, each line a sigh,
In this poetic realm, we cry.
From loss to longing, pain to fears,
My poems are mirrors for your tears.
In the embrace of night, we find,
A solace for the troubled mind.
So journey with me through the night,
In this collection, take your flight.
Depression's canvas, here we weave,
A tapestry of thoughts, believe.
In verses woven from despair,
Find solace in the sadness, rare.
For in these lines, our hearts may mend,
And find beauty in the melancholy's end.
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society
I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :]
(Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)