Poems from YoungMoor
Past mistake re-lived
Lost in infinite darkness
The road never ends.
The cold wind crashesA symphony of silenceDawn soon approaches.
It was my 24th birthday, and I felt like cryingbeing stuck in a rut is a slow form of dyingIt happens on the inside, no one can seebut the...
In the realm of gods and men
Man shall prosper, god will end
Broken mind, strong will is bent
Soul is freed, body now spent
So stand and...