I feel like an autumn tree
Everything leaves me
And it's not that I wear autumn colours
To represent the loneliness
But I wear it with pride
That yes my colours are dead leaves
Falling ever so gracefully from home
Off on an adventure to
Decay and feed the soil
I grew so happily on.
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Society/Humanity Pulled the Trigger.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in my darkest moments and influenced by my darkest memories. It is split into three sections sincerely showing what exactly 'Society/Humanity' did to pull the trigger. Firstly it Pulled it 'Through Acts & Desires'. Sec...
