Mosquitoes they nip at my skin like bees
Looking for something sweet,
Yet my mood is bitter or was just a minute ago
Or couple minutes ago
On this white chair I sit at night
One for of its leg lost
When all emotions seems to crack and creep
Through the dead surface
My food fell and frustration silently screamed
Yesterday I lost 5 dollars a tip I made and was
Planning on using it on nothing really good
But mid frustration it's can be a gift a blessing to another
How the crumbs of food can be a gift to said creatures on earth.
-ashes poetry
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Bring the rain leave the sun
PoetrySomepeople love the rain and Somepeople love the sun, each has its own benefits but like a couple both is needed for growth and regrowth. 2024
