The wind blows
Agony grows.
Discord has begun to flow.
Chaos comes, insanity shows.
Try. Fail. A crushing defeat.
Makes one feel so weak.
Head held high, stare up at the sky.
As inside, one begins to die
Life, is a chalice.
Perhaps more like q cup of malice.
Love, a poison for all.
Even the mighty, will always fall.
Chaos
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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