Stood in the grass
Of a jaded past
A flower covered
But never seen
Yelling praise to God
Through the pain
Wandering why me
Why is this my burden
To have and not to hold
Was there ever any gold
Turning red to green
Where you ever seen
No one can see the truth
How you hide this ugly tooth
The gleam of life is not too worn
Though it has seen its scorn
I might make it out alive
Maybe onto a never ending shore
No more sorrow
No more jest
Love never left
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Poems
PoetryThis was originally published in 2017, but I have taken down all but one from before this year. I'm 21 now (2023) and have done quite a lot more maturing since doing this the first time. I'm just trying to put my poems out there.
