A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


442. Box

Box within box, frame inside frame,

Why won’t it fit inside the shape ?

Colour with colour, all the same,

Forming a beautiful landscape,

Whose fault is it? Am I to blame?

Running away is no escape.

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