Hey, people who read this,
This is a new poem I did yesterday, but I have no idea what to call it. If you read it and a name comes to you please comment it, if I like it I will use it with credit to you.
Thanks, Kelsey.
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Trapped, behind enemy lines,
This war, it has not been kind.
Alone, scared, and despairing,
Trying to forget those that left you behind.
No light, no way, no hope,
No reason left to care.
Just a million reasons to cry,
How, why is it so unfair?
But sometimes, just sometimes,
A flicker of flame appears!
The heat blazes, catches on,
And dries away all the tears.
Then, when nothing more is left,
And all that remains is an empty shell,
You feel echoing, cold, and hollow,
A snowflake in your own personal hell.
