After he was gone
I thought life would be like as if cursed
But amusingly maybe he was the curse
Things turned greener and fresher
I could breathe in
There was no longer eruptions
But calm and silence
silence that was peaceful
For one that many pray and die for
I had it!
I could see the sun and
could count the colours on the rainbow
V-I-B-G-Y-O-R
There was no more storm
No more scary noises
Just the chirpping of bird and the wind
God I couldn't ask for more!
The cracks got better as it rained
Proving he was the curse that now left!
WRITER's P.O.V:
Poem comes it self we don't really think we just write, I guess that's the beauty of poems
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Fourteen - Nineteen
PoetryIt's all the poems that I have written from the age of 14 to 19. 💚 Well you won't regret reading them. Every poem has a hidden story of happy or sad moments. Writing itself comes from feelings. Some of the poems you will read here have already bee...
