Cubs lost between blades of tall grass,
Dragons master the air above us.
Morphing to moles we evade the potential flames,
Digging through soil to feast on a hunger strike.
Worms taste bad so we travel through the sea,
Morphing into seals, sea lions and sharks,
We are emperors of the water.
Until a fisherman's boat appears,
We are a marine to a squid.
Nets storm through the waves and burst bubbles,
Hearts turn thunder as colonies collapse,
Goodbye morphing friends.
The few that remain flee back on land,
From spiders to flies to crabs on the sand,
Venturing together we finally find a settle.
Cubs in the blades of tall grass.
For dragons are no fear,
It is the human being that curls blood.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
