There's not a single star in sight
As I make my way on the path
This seems to be the darkest night
That wants me to feel its wrath
The wind has blown my lantern out
And I keep tripping as I walk
I have too much to fear to pout
And I feel as white as chalk
The rain has begun to pour down
That has made this night darker
I sit myself onto the ground
And contemplate making a grave marker
The night drags me into its darkness
As I try to desparately fight sleep
I feel like I have become madness
As awake I try to keep
I wake up to blaring sunlight
With a warm hand outstretched to me
My memory fades of the night
As I grab the hand and think I'm free
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Elements of My Soul
PoetryWell, I managed to get off my butt and type up the poem collection I probably wrote months ago. Hopefully, you guys enjoy what I have written, and I hope you have a good time reading it. These poems were the works of my hands, brain, and soul, and...
