This poem is a summation, an account of this poet's life till 18. Every fight, every ache, every hurt, every feeling, all summing up my 18 years of life, as i head into next chapter and getting ready to be 19.
verses dipped in gray inkhis blue sky failed to turn pinkcolor changed faster than lightlove in gray his soul screamsmoon obscured by the foghe dreamed about what he can't reach
tattoos are hard to get offhis mind made him a slaverefused to burn in that firehe decided to stay at same placewishing on that wishful starhe burned his pride and let his tears rain
picked like a flower in the stormby tyrant monsters like its a fun gamehurt his pride, and took his crownhis days never saw daylightin that dark haze brought by the stormsearch for a beacon came to an end
live as an alien in his own townin void of someone, he couldn't lift up his quillblood moon and screams in his headpain and bruises stuck under his skinparted ways when times were roughhis quietude and joy's eclipse