Darkness eludes me,
Bright light overwhelming,
I wish to rest, to ease my pain,
But you will not allow me.
Instead you roam the quiet corners
Of my mind,
Searching for something I know
You won't find,
For it is not there, it does not exist.
You hunt mercilessly, for a New Me,
A New Me that has moved on from
The Old You,
But a New Me cannot exist,
When the Old You still roams
The quiet corners of my mind,
Searching for something I know
You won't find.
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The blossom of a poet
PoetryWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
