Without a choice,
The raven bleed into the night
His feelings slowly fading away
Becoming a anew
But not kindled
Those flames died out
What was once lost,
Could never be found
All that it wanted, was to be wanted
But where did that get him?
The abyss
Yet he dared to be wanted
Eventually, he set himself free
The raven flew into a vast plain,
One of the unknown
Despite that,
Anything was better than the abyss
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Some Pretty Lame Poetry
PoetryPoems that I occasionally write for fun or to express some feelings. These poems are mostly free verses so don't expect any fancy poetry. I will take requests and do my best to meet your requirements. Sincerely, The Lenny
