kindergarten words, a voice unspoken
there's something so scary, something so broken
about a glass enclosure, of stunted plants
of petalless flowers and products of circumstance
a world clouded by my own actions
locked from the inside no way out
a faltered future that cannot sprout
onlookers pass without a glance
eloquently spoken, enthralled at their flowers dance
they're so free without death,
my stems are on their last breath
i don't think i can do this anymore
living in glass that no one looks through
digging in trenches, my fingers cold, blue
a cloud hovering just below the ceiling
i want more, i want healing
i want broken glass, flowery language
frivolous stocks of colourful advantage
but in this transparent greenhouse
nothing seems good enough
there's nothing i can do but hope they sprout
how ironic that the only colour in this place
is the lovely dark green shade on my face
YOU ARE READING
here
Poetryseasons change like how emotions evolve here's the start of the end of a story about a heart's default its full of loneliness and unknowing written by a girl who's feelings are still foregoing cover art design by @omgitsliza on insta
