the sun is setting on my shore
I see the signs but I ignore
your deadly toxins just like a spore
that grow inside into my core
the blackness spreads until I'm no more
I trusted them, how I was blind
society: what a waste of time!
i withdrew to my cavern deep
and let my loneliness start to steep
but now there's nothing I want more
to God I do implore
I don't want help but I need it so
God, you know I'm to young to go
- Authors: Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym), Adela
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: October 25th, 2022 10:00
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: about you needing help hint is the name
- Category: Family
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