We are the damaged trees that crashes into each other after the souls of our ancestors of planted damaged seeds. Planted by cursed hands, brought to life by the fury the sky and the water that sings the blues, sending chills through the land we borrow. The more we lean on each other for support and comfort, the more we get entangle with crossfire, and the thorns sharpened by words, slices scars across our backs. We try to power through with love, so we hold each other tight, squeezing till anxiety swallows our breaths and we lose consciousness.
we drift off to a place on clouds, that are soft enough to kiss our wounds. Unfortunately, Even the clouds cry. Tears fall onto the earth giving trees something to live for.
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My Silent Scream....(personal Poems)
Misterio / SuspensoUnless your mind is open,wild, and hurt your not going to understand anything that's going on.
