The engravingon the stone
as happy as it seems
holds unforgetable darkness
bursting at its seams
but then
the stone shaters
darkness scatters
circling an unexpecting soul
a soul of a child
who gave its last breath not too long ago
and they swallow it whole
darkness returns
the stone reforms
until the next
feast of souls
YOU ARE READING
The Hauntings of My Mind
RandomSo this is my book of poetry. it starts off with a few of my really old poems but I promise you they get better. sorry if the poems are a little depressed or kinda sad, when I write I put my emotions into it and usually I write best when I'm upset...
