so I write poetry (if you make fun of me, I kick your arse) and I was wonder what yall thought:
Inside My Mind
A thought, a wonder,
Trapped inside my mind.
The sudden crack of thunder,
Creatures scurry to any shelter they can find.
The sound of lighting striking a tree,
The smell of burning brichwood.
The feathered creatures, they flee.
The charcoal brunt wood,
It morphs into something new,
An unopened door,
It is blue.
But to remain shut forever more.
This door leads outside my mind,
Though it is locked,
And the key none shall ever find.
Inside My Mind
A thought, a wonder,
Trapped inside my mind.
The sudden crack of thunder,
Creatures scurry to any shelter they can find.
The sound of lighting striking a tree,
The smell of burning brichwood.
The feathered creatures, they flee.
The charcoal brunt wood,
It morphs into something new,
An unopened door,
It is blue.
But to remain shut forever more.
This door leads outside my mind,
Though it is locked,
And the key none shall ever find.