My forest has flourished.
Lush with vegetation and life.
Until a small wild fire starts.
The beginning is just one or two trees burned down.
Odor of burning wood starting to get noticed.
Not so noticable, not just yet.
Eventually it gets bigger.
And the fire traps my soul.
Falling back on the ground and starting to burn.
As I slowly lose my breath.
I catch sight of the whole forest orange and red.
The temperature too hot and unbearable.
Every trace of hope is gone.
All I see in sight is ashes.
The scent thick with regret and burned dreams.
I can't take the unavoidable pain.
And I just break down.
No light when the smoke is blocking the sun.
My mind is torn, and my heart is in pieces.
A puzzle that has missing and irreplaceable parts.
Now I know how it feels to be heartbroken.
Someday the day will get brighter.
The forest will slowly regrow.
But for now it is gone, just like my inner beauty.
When is the day that the ashes will help the forest grow?
I don't know, I know nothing when my mind is blank.
Until then, I am waiting for the day I see green leaves sprouting again.
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A Poetry Book
KöltészetA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
