What would happen
if you were
told that today
was your last
...
He haunts my days
He haunts my nights
I don't have a say
I have no rights.
...
We follow them like broken soldiers
I let my emotions smolder
I pretend to veer
But they pull us together like a herd of deer
...
Im twelve years old and I write stories that unfortantly have not been published yet but all my poems and haikus were made by me.)
Cold
The cold
haunts me like a
stalker
I feel it deep down
where no
one esle can.I feel
the breeze
that comes with it each
time.I
pull away in hope
that it
will end but no such
luck for
me to even hold
on to
I feel it dig deep
into
my soul the one thing
I thought
I could protect from
the cold
everyone around me
is warm
and comfy.No one but
me feels
the cold press against
me in
hope that I'll give up.