Here are some poems that I created when I was in a dark place, but some of hem are not as dark as others. Hope you guys like them.


6. Growing Up

From childhood's hour I have not been

As other were;I have seen

As other saw; I could not bring

My passion from a common spring

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone

And all I loved, I loved alone

Then in my childhood, in the down

From every depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still

From the torrent or the fountain

From the red cliff or the mountain

From the sun that round me rolled

In its autumn tint of gold

From the lighting in the sky

As it passed me flying by

From the thunder and the storm

And the clouds that took the form of a demon

When the rest of the heaven was blue in my view

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