Every one month or so, we walk by it.
Acknowledge it but never speak anything of it.
Supposed to be a set, from the earliest of days,
didn't like the words that I used to say,
as a four year old to you on that day.
Keeping an eye on the seed outside,
when it rains and when there's bright sunshine.
Oh, look we're being watched,
oh look, we're being stopped.
Don't know how to hide it,
don't know how to turn it,
they want to subside it,
but I want to burn it.
Penguin gifs will they ever believe us?
They wonder how much it'll take to achieve us.
I swear I'm figuring you out like a rebus.
Joseph needs a Marry to make a Jesus?!
Stay away from me all of you,
I won't let you puppet me into a life that's blue,
I don't want this and that's true.
But it's inevitable isn't it, poisoned by the herbs, the yew.
Finding the keys to your mind,
what are you thinking when your eyes meet mine?
Sweet like sugar or sour like clementine?
The blackest of darkness or brightest of sunshine?
What will be my fate?
Death or bate?
Early or late?
Enveloped, spoken or planned out on a plate?
Either way I shall watch this seed grow, into what it really is.
I can only guess and imagine, like taking a mystery quiz.
Calmly still or bubbling fizz?
To death with it, a goldmine or an underwhelming swizz?
Nothing seems to ring a bell.
The rain surrounds the seed and yes, it does smell.
Burned the coin I was meant to throw in the well,
because only time will tell.
And that's a fact.
I won't ever sign any contract
against my will, abstract
is all of this, will try to distract
my mind and will not want to interact.
Them from me I shall subtract.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry By Eclipse (Poetry Book One)
PoesiaThis book is a compilation of a random selection of poetry that are all written, made-up and conjured by me. Some, I just wrote for fun and enjoyment, and others are based off of personal experiences with my actual life. Most of them however begin w...
