That Poet

This is a collection of my own poems, purely for enjoyment. On that note... ENJOY!


21. Misery

My genius has left me,

my hand has been stilled.

My mind has stopped ticking,

my knowledge, killed.


The darkness is coming,

crashing great waves.

There's no use in running,

or hiding again.


The sunlight has left me,

my tears are now stilled.

My life has stopped ticking,

my happiness, killed.

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