In the velvety lap of the glass ,twirling a blade,
Begging for each of his worry to fade,
Taking in the tantalizing aroma of the wild dirt as it sifted smootly through his fingertips,
Begging to take back every word that once escaped his lips.
The calmness of nature rocking his forlorn body so hard
It hurts...
With the misty air taunting his body,
As the glistening stars scoff at him,
While his vision blurs with his inner sadness...
Colors merging together,
Blending seamlessly
As he stands there...
With immense despair
It pours itself out...
He is better for nothing
Not even brave enough to shout .
All of it makes him wonder...
Was his life no more than a blunder?
Why the hell living is so tough?
Isn't Being enough just enough?
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Scribbled Stars
PoetryHighest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! ...
