The garden
It's dark at night
Darker than regular spaces
The garden was lightened by moony hues of painful sanctification.
No one told me that you were crying, men do cry
And fair enough the land was too dry
Maybe it had a vibrant green overall view
But death hunted its corners.
Bloody sweat and salty tears
Drip drip drip
Your heart was depressed.
if I knew you were hurting
I'd rather hurt beside you, knowing you'll end up mending me as always while my poor incapable self rest in your arms.
You took my illness and hurt upon your body. gave it to yourself
I'm more than sorry
it couldn't go in any other way
but thank you.
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
