A/N: Hey Guys.
I have decided to post my 2nd poem on here because I have nothing prepared or ready for "Moonlight". I apologize, I've been busy with writing poems for this book and I'm also writing my new story with blueeyedhunny. I hope you guys like this poem, if you do please don't forget to VOTE & COMMENT! :)
Looking at the swing set,
I feel sick to my stomach,
Looking at the old, rusty metal set,
Standing there looking lonely,
Waiting for a child,
To sit down in the creaky wooden seat,
And feel like they're elevating in the air,
Like a bird set free,
To soar upon the marshmallows,
In the sky,
To feel the summer's breeze,
Swoosh around them,
With their hair flowing back,
Against wind and getting whiplash,
Coming back down,
The wind hitting the child's face,
Like memories in heavy machinery,
Attacking them and causing to fall back,
I hate those memories,
They break my heart,
The agonozing pain in my heart,
Tells me the past is still with me,
Showing me the life I can never have,
The people pushing the swing they're now gone,
Deep in the ground,
Resting peacefully,
Sleeping quietly.
Not saying anything,
They're dead like Autumn's leaves,
Falling or long fallen on the cold, hard floor.
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Unsaid Words (Poetry)
PoetrySome unsaid words, Force a mind to become trapped, Until the noise is released, Like an animal from a cage. So I write what needs to be said, I connect with every cell, Of my brain, Using every bit of energy and fibre, To engage. All Rights Reserved...
