smile a small smile
a smile one wouldnt recognise as a smile
if the person smiling was one that could
be happy all the time
smear that what you thought was blood
but now feels like love and woeful memories
over the walls encapsulating everything about you
and then keep it inside even if it hurts
replant the trees that were swayed by
the wind of pride
trip over the stones under your feet
pick up what you left behind that while ago
think of how you could have done better
for them and for you
and maybe for him too
the sun wont set on your mistakes
for as long as you regret your own actions
not one good thing will come
as you are blinded by the stupid things you did
and cant accept that youve began a new life
a new life that forgives it all
trees dont stop growing suddenly
they die with no shame on their own
or they did
before you began to think of yourself
as one they should admire in fear
rather than one they could trust
do better for them and for you
and maybe for him too
YOU ARE READING
my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
