When days are dark,
And the rain of tears,
Keeps flowing,
Into empty darkness.
When shadows reach,
The depths of your mind,
Giving off illusions,
Contributing to your fear.
Curl up and hide yourself.
Don't let them find you.
Wait for a hand,
To help pull you up.
When the rain fades away,
Everything goes gray,
And the cold has made,
You go numb.
But let the hand,
Guide you on,
Back to the light,
So you may be warm again.
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The Book of Poems
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems that I have written. I am very proud of them and I ask that you please don't steal them. If you want to put one in one of your books for some unknown reason, let me know first. I'll tell you if you have permission. Als...
