3Hellbound;
No Haven to be found
Rolling and tumbling through the black
Head over heels, not a knack.
Hitting the ground,
The pit has ended,
Light not to be found
Through the pain, winded.
Hellbound,
Head clouded,
Ears soundless
Eyes sightless.
A child in the womb,
Floating and Peaceful
Hellbound soon
A Life of rage and choices.
Awaits...
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By: Elentári Manwë
02-10-03
February, 10th, 2003
16 yrs.
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I don't really know what this is supposed to be about I just came up with the first two lines as a rhyme and the rest of the poem just happened. Tell me what you think.
Ele.