easy going I'm a nice guy but don't make me mad.
I’ve been cast down to the bottom of my soul; so dark I can’t see the light of gold battling the demons of old that I locked inside long ago, losing the war within. I try to flee but the grasping claws of the demons of old that will never let go while shredding apart my soul.
Here is my new poem I hope yal like it.
Life can be so harsh I think I could die , dream. Dreams my only escape from this world called life, dream. Dreams of open fields where I can lay my head down with no wore, dream. Dreams of a tall mountain with a swift and beautiful sun rise where you could all most touch heaven if you tried, dream. But why do I tell you this when you can see it for your self.