The sky was scarred
by the blades of the sun
It bled out the heat-filled scorn
of its abusers onto the ground
Where life elegantly withered beneath
the floods of its icy tears
and shriveled and curled
in Death's warm hands.
I saw the sky's star-filled scars
the ones it tried so hard to hide
behind wandering white clouds
"But it's okay,"
- the bird thought,
Before drowning itself
in the sky's burning tears.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
