I turn my back on summer skies,
For I know I live in a world of lies.
Lights so bright blinding my sights,
Hope forever lost in a sea of kites.
A flower is beautiful, but it wilts and dies,
Flora does wither and meets its demise,
Like people who run along the line,
Controlled by fate and controlled by time.
I'd rather choke on blood and tears,
Die sensing all of my fears
And see the land beyond the veil,
Than wear blindfolds worn by winners
who actually fail.
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
