I feel like,
If i reach out,
the sun will burn,
But If I don't.
darkness will surround me,
I feel like regret would eat me,
Like how it's eating up my father,
If I don't reach,
I'll regret,
But If I do,
It'll burn me,
I'm stuck,
I'm powerless,
I'm not immortal,
like the characters in my books that read are,
I'm not special,
I'm not emotionless,
So If I reach out,
And if It burns,
Will knowing,
Be enough,
and living with the scars,
be enough,
Or Regretting the rest of my life,
and Hallowing in self pity,
be the best option?
I want to be heard,
but If I wonder out to far away from my balance,
will I fall,
and be called,
another rotten apple,
Because the saying goes,
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
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Poetry & Coffee
PoetryDo you know what goes together? Poetry and Coffee. So read one of my poems and drink a cup of coffee. But don't forget to tell me what you think, yeah?