A light was seen
By the littlest creature
One would ever know
A light that illuminated
Thousands of colors
A light that made it see
What was hidden in all these agony
It struck right in front of it
Startled, it shuffled to the side.
The light stayed there.
It beamed brightly like the blazing fire,
Calling the creature to come near.
The hiding creature calmed.
It abruptly neared
The light
As it stepped into the glow,
It floated up in the sky.
The creature struggled
To break free
But it was too late
And it was his time.
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This was a poem I made... like a year ago?
I don't even have a clue on what inspired me to write this.
After rummaging through my documents, I found this.
I read it and realized that it has one of those creepy death images.
I know right? I'm pretty crazy.
I also found some of my written poems which are practically nonsense.
I read one which is very embarrassing to share.
I admit that I'm not good in writing poems.
Especially ones that rhyme altogether.
If my heart was a house, you'd be home :">
