A/N Found this in my notes when I was looking through my phone the other day.
The words we put on a pedestal
Do they ever get to fall?
They hold hidden meanings and feelings
only the blind will hear
The sins we praise with such reverence
the destruction that it sows
Is a path
only the deaf can see
Where do we want to go?
From here
our legacy's a blank garden
Do we pull out the weeds
plant new seeds
or turn away and hope things turn out okay?
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Witching Hour: Lost in Thought
PoetryTitled "Witching Hour" because most of my poem ideas come to me way past midnight when I'm trying to sleep. The topics are pretty diverse, but there are definitely things I write about more often than others. Also If you don't like the first few...
