I watch as slow bees,
Travel through beds of roses,
Humming and bumbling through their grace,
Completing a job,
For their sake,
Yet not knowing,
It's at the cost of the whole world.
Then the fall from sun to blizzards is on its way,
Colorful leaves crunching in big, open piles,
The utter truth rippling underneath them,
About what's to come in just a few months' time.
It is a broken melody that will wrap you up so tight that,
You can't believe.
A twig snaps underfoot in the cold of winter
Deep in a forest full of empty prayers
The whisper of a child
Crying out hopelessly,
"God help me, in this frozen night, because I can't breathe."
And spring comes while your tears trickle through your fingertips,
Like the raindrops that fall from the sky,
Getting ready to whip up flowers,
And smiles,
And happier nights.
And though you've gone through what feels like centuries,
It was merely a year,
And though it feels like you've gone through everything,
It was just a little bit of pain,
And it got so cold, and got so lonely
Darker at night, and dimmer in the day,
But you made it through,
You clawed your whole way back to summer again,
Even through the most wintry of nights.
And you fought an invisible battle,
A battle no one knew you'd had
And you quite won,
And it turned out quite worth it in the end.
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My Poetry
PoetryI try to arrange my poetry from my better stuff to my suckier stuff but sometimes I get lazy so probably not all of them are arranged properly. A lot of these are poetry assignments to write a bunch of different types or forms of poetry or do someth...
