Endless Nightmares
Calling the evil,
Taming the kind,
Waiting for the rain to fall,
Hoping for the sun to shine,
Walking in a path of no direction,
A road leading you to a cliff,
Talking but the words you can not speak,
Waiting for the trek to shift,
Speaking the truth in which turns on you,
Telling a lie, and the lie comes true,
Smelling the sweet fragrance of a rose, and
being pricked by the thorns,
falling head over heels in love yet feeling torn,
I call the evil,
tame the kind
Still claiming everything that is mine.
Here is the very first poem I wrote at the age of 14 .
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