This is a poem I wrote about the theme of alienation, though I guess the title is fairly self-explanatory:
The wind blows, the wind whistles
Through the roses, vines, and thistles
The wind blows, the wind is free
Moving through the secret garden
My prison-cell sanctuary
The wind blows, the wind dies
And here forever, I will reside
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryAs the title states, this is just a collection of short poems I've written. Poems aren't my strong suit, but I think they're pretty good. Ten Highest Rankings: #17 in alienation (out of 323 stories) #97 in innerthoughts (out of 1.76K stories) #214 i...
