Crisis

just a random poem i wrote awhile ago. nothing too special.

I'm homesick of a place I've never been.

I can feel it, in my hell-drenched heart;

I've only been there in a far away dream,

A mind so cold, a thought so keen.

I just want to go home,

A place where everything grows.

Always to be happiness a fortune,

No one is weary or upset,

No bodies, nor faces.

No yelling nor strange, creepy places.

We are only souls, made from the purest crystals.

We feed off the sun and sleep off the melatonin of the moon.

We are all one with our Inner Self,

and bigger God.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A mind so cold
a thought so keen.
Nice write.

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Tate Morgan]

You writewell and different than i have ever seen Thats good.I am tate nice to meet you

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you! Nice to meet you too :)

[rnuff]

Such depth in your write, pondering as well. Enjoyed

[violetta york / nicki elle]

Thank you so much!