I used to write
Effortlessly
My words never
Seemed to stop
They used to flow
Tirelessly
Always ready
At the top
I used to think
Endlessly
Like skates upon
A skating rink
But now I fear
It has dried up
My own trusted
Fountain Of Ink
"The past is gone-"
What else do they say?
Oh yeah-
"what's done is done."
Well, if that's the case,
Then I'm afraid
I'm back to
Square One.
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness Within: Vol. 3
PoetryA collection of poems and rants from the first notebook I made after my phone got taken away. There's quite a bit of stuff in here, so yeah. Personal stuff. Public stuff. It's basically just my life in poetry. Anywho, enjoy~~!
