But it flows quite well. And was the perfect represtentation of how I was feeling at the time. =3
It doesn’t have a name – perhaps you might have a suggestion? =) And feel free to rate it, critique, all that jazz really – same with anything else I put up.
Comfort me now
When my ignorance is all but lost.
Though I scream as loud as I dare to cry,
I know no sound comes out.
Yeah. I wrote quite a few other short poems around that time, including the one below. I was studying Macbeth at the time.. =/
The time of the night is coming sister
And with it a magic spell.
Wait for the specialy moment when
All have gone to hell.