How many times
have I been ready
to leave this world behind?
take the plunge,
Disappear, disintegrate.
And I can only wonder what would
Have happened if I succeeded.
Would the flowers in front of my house
Stop reaching for the sun?
Would the moon stop competing with the street lights to glow through my window?
Of course not.
But I would not be there to watch them.
And the flowers may not wilt,
The moon may still glow,
But they will have lost some of their
Purpose
In that I will not be there to see
The blooming
The glowing
The feeling.
And doesn't that make a difference?
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poezja{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
