Original slam poem I made on June 23rd 2023.
Sorry if there is any writing mistakes:))
Tw: sh, If you are sensitive to certain topics do not read!!
The nights we stay up with each other, the nights that feel like they never end, the nights we wish would last forever are slowly becoming shorter and shorter as it goes on. It's like medicine that is painful but amazing like rose petals growing in your veins making it the only life source that you have. Like a breathe of fresh air in a field full of daisies but it's poking you and no matter how much you hurt you lay there staring at the black sky with stars. If someone first glances at a midnight sky it's black and empty until you really look at it then it's absolutely stunning. Staring at all the beautiful stars connecting them to make shapes and drawings. But you're still getting poked from the stems and roots of daisies and roses. You can't move it's almost like you're stuck with your mind completely blank, you lost track of what day it is or month but you don't care. You have no problems in this very moment. Then a realization kicks in like cigarette smoke going in your lungs and you sit up. Looking in the abyss of daisies, "Where am I?" You're lost and you are not home. You start to feel the pain in your arms and legs and you look down to see the roses. You can see them, white, red, pink so much colors it's getting too hard to move. You're like a icicle in the winter trying to melt. You take two deep breathes and take a step and repeat it but it's just a endless cycle of daisies and breathing. You reach out for help for the first time then wake up. You're in your bed, you look down at your arms and legs.
The roses and colors are gone.
