Before reading:
I'm just a teenager writhing poetry. Life is all to full of the unknown. Let's stand together <3
When shadows show the ghosts
That no longer walk this world
When the sun gets tired
And color the clouds with silk
You no longer feel the voices
Of those them came before
When lamps shine so brightly
You can no longer see in the dark
I feel blue
When the light turns orange
I can hear people talk
Still family
For something that is no longer present
The past sure makes a lot of noise
(I picture oneself sitting in the hay in a bran)
(I picture oneself sitting at a family gathering, by oneself)
(I picture a corner from witch you can see the stars)
YOU ARE READING
Poems, by me✨
PoetryI write poems about feelings I can't describe. Hope you'll find joy in them (or whatever feeling they represent)
