I see a reflection looking back at me
Wondering to myself who that may be
Withered and overgrown is all that I see
Solemn, discouraged to say "That's me"
As I take ahold these metal shears
I caused myself to shed these tears
That I've built up throughout the years
My face strikes fear as one appears
Helpless I am, mind wonders about
Continuous growth never changes, no doubt
Water, fresh air I can't live without
I myself will plant it, they suddenly sprout
Oh how it hurts to suffocate alone
I pull on these vines, their sources unknown
I breath for myself, my mind overthrown
It occurs to me that I'm overgrown
Desperation sets in, I pull on these roots
No longer afraid I myself won't bear fruits
The roars and the howls and all the disputes
The cries and the begs, the silence it mutes
° ° °
I see a reflection looking back at me
Wondering to myself who that may be
Bare and dissimilar is how it came to be
Solemn, discouraged to say "That's not me"
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Messy Memories
PoetryThis is a compilation of poems I made during quarantine. I didn't make a lot so don't expect much lol
