Gathering Embers
Within the eyes of a damn soul
In the dark
I never knew the shapes of light
All my life
I'm here
On this cold wooden floor
In my mind
I'm somewhere beyond my skin
I'm fighting
With sticks and stones
Seeing what will work
I must survive
Even if I don't understand
Even if I'm bleeding out
I must become something that I can believe in
There is no one else here
Not even out there
Its wind, blowing
Animals, howling
But is it I, who is hungry
Shaking turning into a storm
Angered, for what the world is, for who I am
But it will change
For which nature will take hold and become
A force that no one can stop
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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