Somber stories told by a man with his heels so deep in the ground.
A head so full of harsh winds and darkness none dare approaches.
His once developed sight lost to the ashes risen by the rings of hell.
He's seen what we cannot and 's been discarded for what he has found.
With one long shot his arm twists into a fall much greater than our own.
Madness descends into a dark murky puddle of our deepest regrets.
Such burdens provoked by the lesser,
Such calamity provided by those with the wrong piece to the puzzle.
No right mind can imagine what he has dreamed of now.
But those who did have been forbidden,
Lost,
And never found.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
