We are all full of things,
Nasty, Dark, Beautiful, Scorching,
Things
We meet new people,
Our Nasty turns to Hope,
and Dark to Blinding
New people change to old,
while Hope goes to Fear,
and Blinding to Dull
The old get buried,
Then Fear moves to Broken,
and Dull to Blackness
We find another Flame,
to get along with or Scorching,
and We burn together
The Flame heals,
Our Broken,
and Blackness
Finding that our Beautiful,
its not just us,
its everywhere
YOU ARE READING
Eat My Words
PoetryI really enjoy poetry, writing it and reading it. This is some of the stuff that i've written.
