Wrinkles pulled
at the edge of his mouth,
creating dimensions
where there should be none
until his face
looked like the crumpled sheets
of his youth.
The lamp light
cast shadows across his face
turned towards
the window into the night.
And the trees
in the wind of the storm
bloomed in vivid color
as if his envy
could never rip them apart
or bring the dead
back into life.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
