A friend of mine asked for me to post his poem on here so he could see what other people thought of his poem. So this is his poem, exactly, i havnt changed anything. All replies welcome, good or bad.
Estranged
I'm at he door
Don't push me through
I'll make it on my own
In the middle of a lake
An island
Standing alone, strong
And from that place i'll cometh
Wreathed in the fire and flame
And never more shall I look upon
This darkened world again
Estranged
I'm at he door
Don't push me through
I'll make it on my own
In the middle of a lake
An island
Standing alone, strong
And from that place i'll cometh
Wreathed in the fire and flame
And never more shall I look upon
This darkened world again