do the trees not know, that their leaves come back?
do they stand naked in the rain, hoping
that this isn't the end? i wonder sometimes.
the darkness comes early in the winter.
surely they know that. or are they thinking
the sky has given up on happiness?
maybe the winter seems never-ending
familiar, but the pain doesn't get
any easier. maybe it is the end.
the sky stays dark, as i sit, all alone
crying now but then i see - A Daffodil
just a single daffodil, standing tall.
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l i g h t n i n g s c a r s-poetry
Poetrya collection of poems i have written on varying themes such as sexuality, love, loss, inspiration, creativity, loneliness and anxiety. i promise this isn't as pretentious as it seems. analysis and thoughts are welcome. please psychoanalyse me strang...
