Blue as the sky
Brown as the dirt
White as the lie
To save someone hurt
Green as the grass
Strong as the tree
Black as the past
We all try to flee
It grows like a weed
Taking a form of its own
Now we believe
The lie that was shown
A wildfire has started
One you cannot extinguish
The truth has departed
In the lie you now languish.
YOU ARE READING
Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
