A blockage in my throat.
Wants to build a hole in the sand
The beach sandy and d
r
Y
Dust from the clothings maybe travel/under a
tunnel, In time through my nose/my/throat like vapor That's not vanish y e t partying still, welcome so, Evanescent sometimes I want to be to go
Humans Opening jars to other humans
That should be conceal but like cracks through
My neighbors walls light 𝖠𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 wants to March in
Not shine, monsoon came after Arguing with light,
T
h
i s - time
black Crows on the rug of the library property
Grass, fingers cross I tell my brother
Bad luck from a person mouth like a warning
Letter I still believe/do I- crows bring they say
So I say.
Distance,
The floor argues,
Pull,
The door not ready to let g o
Push
Independent on its own now.
Down
The tunnel the dust goes hosting parties
In my throat. After so long past year, but not from
Work from winters flue.
-ashes poetry
A/N this is really different from my other poems,
So hope you enjoy don't really know what this is lol
But I got inspired from my sore throat maybe it's dust From my work I'm good though drank some home remedies. Oh and the black crows I would always see them when I visit the library and for some reason I would cross my fingers because they would say crows bring bad luck but sometimes, I wonder who says? Q/A do y'all do that where your from.
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
