We once sowed seeds
Seeds of hope and trust
Renewing the barren land underneath
Hidden between them grew weeds
No one seemed to notice
Until they grew tall and strong
Enough to destroy the beautiful plants
Now, the land that once blossomed
give us thorns
Thorns that prick and shatter every
bit of life nearby
Yet why is that we cease to realize
that we grow no orchard, but a forest of thorns.
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Confessions
PoetryThese short poems are windows to many things that you want to say, but sometimes it feels it is better to keep it to yourself.
