Author's Note- I'd just like to say, that I've noticed that not many people have left a comment. I love hearing what you all think, so don't be afraid to leave a comment of any kind! Anyway, enjoy today's dark poem! 😜
Clovers are the lucky ones,
But leaves will fall, a dying end
Covers regrow, new leaves flourish-
The dying cycle they defend
Flowers are the pretty ones,
Vain and careless creatures
For they do not care for the world around-
They are merely caught up in their features
Animals are the hungry ones
They hold an undying starvation
But only few hold the prize
Of a dark imagination
Humans are the dark ones,
The ones with a unique starvation
For humans are the different ones,
The ones with a black immagination
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
