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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