Where does the weed find its courage
Programmed hatred discourage
A blight in the emerald light
Break worldly constructs of what's right
Unashamedly the weed stands
Amidst the poppies colors bland
Prying through the broken facade
All the flowers wilt and wither
Clearly exposing beauties fraud.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
