We were not two peas in a pod,
Because life offered us different trees, different
Leaves, different paths to weave and to
Perceive.
I mean,
We were born under the same
Malaysian sun and skies and
City tricks and lies and
I may have tasted the
Chill of frost and ice and
Swore maybe once or twice but
Ultimately, internally, we were
The same.
We were
Chasers of dreams,
Not fighting on one team, but
Still, we believed in
The right to blossom into
Productive, little plants that could
Make a little difference to this
Otherwise dreary world.
I mean,
You were country and soul.
And I a little rock and roll, and
A little exposed to
Inevitable trips to the dumps named
Depression, where fights equaled
Self-aggression but the fact
That you could inspire this fire to
Burn up this desire to
Sort out the wires and
Stand up, not tired.
I mean,
You made a difference.
And I get that, even though we
Were not two peas in a pod, were not
Fighting the same wars or
Went through the same doors, but
Inside these bursting cores
Gleamed passion but yours
Just seemed to
Die out a little
Too
Fast.
And I hope
That up there,
You've finally
Found your resolve.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet | #Wattys2016
PoetryPoems aren't just meant to be read; they're meant to be tasted too. A short compilation of food-themed poetry; roughly around thirty in total. Anyone ready for their meal of a lifetime? :)
