Instead of sunsets and perfect skies,
I see gray, dead trees,
And weeds that have grown past my knees.
Climb out,
Ignore the pain in my thighs,
Run into the woods,
Come back some time.
SNAP!
Another branch broken under my weight.
CRACK!
And another,
My life, a hurricane!
My body, a destroyer of worlds!
I am so godly here,
I am nothing at all!
Chuck me a wine bottle,
Maybe a glass,
Sit around a blazing fire,
And hope this too shall pass.
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PoetryA poetry book of my hella weird emotions Even if you don't read anything, have a great day! Hope you enjoy!
