His Gloom
He saunters in the room,
Graceful eyes full of gloom,
Sits down, devilish smile
And Icy stare for miles.
He's like an ancient soul.
A heart no longer whole
Stutters and stops inside,
As if someone had died.
He saunters in the room
But so few see the gloom.
This poem is about:
My family
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