there was a time when I'd look up
seeing the stars,
I saw no flaws.
just twinkling bulbs of light.
softly sprinkled on the night sky.
but as I got older,
and closer to the stars.
I saw each of their firey rage.
their burning ash,
it would land on my skin.
bringing tears to my eyes.
I would scream and cry for them to stop.
but it didn't work.
the fire drug me down,
till I was nothing but a pile of rotten bones,
burning flesh,
and anger.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
