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.


482. Therapy

A silent stroll on plains of sand

Alone with the wind and the clouds

As the mind explores newfound land

And the soul bleeds away from crowds,

A moment lying on the sheets

Beautiful music playing loud

As avatars accomplish feats

That make hearts swell and spirits proud,

In a chapel of empty seats

Only the faith keeps up the shroud

And to a world of flat-out cheats

Nothing matters but those who bowed,

At night under the far dreamland

One reaps what the sunlight has sowed

And in those moments feels the hand

To which their own being is vowed.

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