I'm like a car.
My battery is empty,
so when I want to start,
I need a push. I need
a spark to start the engine
and then I will roll down
the road, speeding up a little.
I can never drive far
because my tank is empty
and so is my battery.
Again. I take hours
to recharge and it spills
faster than I gain,
leaks on the road.
My tank is never full,
small and broken,
slow to fill, fast to spill,
the gas burns out.
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoetryThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
