I took a walk to the shadowland
Where darkness and light work hand in hand
Painting the ground with a growing dark
Light meets black with a contrast so stark
This kingdoms borders expand so slow
The light pushes and the darkness grows
The piercing cold makes it so hard to stay
Each second within I begin to pay
The memories of the past continue to linger
Venom flows from the scorpions stinger
So numb and dull my ambitions begin to lapse
I watch my chest rise then softly collapse
Everything I touch crumbles and falls like dust
I continue to trudge on thinking I must
This walk has become more than I can bare.
The shadowlands price is life, buyer beware
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Hearts gone cold
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and thoughts most centering around the idea of lost love or loneliness. #1 sad poems 1-19-19 #1 compilation 1-19-19 #1 poet 1-29-19 #1 deep poem 2-22-19
