Placed in a dark corner
Seated on a cold metal
That lay as a log against the ground
The rays of sun light hitting every other
Small spot that surrounds me
And to me...
It was just beautiful enough
My very own spot of life
Meets my finger tips
The winds moving about my ears
In between each strand of hair
And sculpting its own way of me
It sees
Breathing to stay alive...just stay alive
And to try for another day
This was beautiful enough
Just for me.
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Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
