this is a poem i just wrote. not too sure what the animation would be, but ill think of something. Standing, standing, Never waver. That is what they said. Hold your ground, Or meet the Savior. It’s all in your head. They come, they come, Legions forever. No live, none dead. One, two, twenty, fifty, Down the walls went, None left but red. Stepping, stepping, Pass over forever. By stars, on lead. Never back, never back, Forward on, turning never. Future dead ahead. Sometimes, sometimes, You hear them speaking. Sometimes, sometimes, You wish them away. But always, always, You reach out your hand. And never, never, They never come back.
ok so usually i dont write with a theme in mind, it just sorta comes out, but i think towards the end the narrator started to become more me than anything. specifically me when my grandpa died two years ago. also why are all my poems so dark??? like geez
