I jot my emotions,
With only rhyme, no reason,
Each one different,
They change like seasons.
Every poem an element,
They make up my life,
Sometimes anger, fire, a ritual knife,
Other times water, the ocean, my grief,
At points it's like air, thoughts carried on a breeze,
All of the time it's a little bit of soul,
And each one, because of my thoughts, are filled full,
And like the seasons, they will continue to change,
And I hope when you finish them,
You want to click next page.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
