the clay along with roots surround
the walls and the ceiling,
and the sweet scent
of the leaves and soil,
just after the clouds poured,
wish my heart was that open
like the sky,
but it's heavy as an ocean
that never cries like the sky.
loneliness crept into my soul,
when my parents left
and never returned,
I remember my seven old self
begging them to take me too,
but they assured me that
they would be back
before I can even blink,
and now there have been
millions of blink
and I don't even know
what to feel anymore.
as I walk out from
under the tree, there's this
new world of grass, moths,
sunflowers, mud and bright lives,
that they always talked about,
but now I am scared to step out
with the feelings of
despair and longingness.
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Daisies.
PoesiaThis book is the collection of some of the sad poems I wrote throughout the years. It is about heartbreak, fake promises, agony , self hate and a little healing. I am glad to share this with you all. I hope you like it.
