The branch loses its leaves,
It awakens me.
I question,
for I am determined to know–
why trees lose their leaves,
but humans don't shed skin
after they're tired
with how rotten
and rancid it becomes.
I'm a lovesick fool that's roaming this world;
This stage,
It's the place I belong to–
I act to feel alive,
I bleed to breathe through my lungs.
I watched this life rain,
I watched my life go for a ride–
Needless to say, it never came back.
Thinking that I'd get far,
I thought wrong,
but I thought hard.
I reach out to calm my lungs
I grasp it, penetrate it with these desperate cries
it pants, struggles, and painfully heaves,
"Stop, stop!"
I couldn't help myself;
I question again,
Why can't we just renew our body like a tree?
Why can't we cleanse part of ourselves that make us feel disgusting?
I wanted to reach a higher place;
A place where it was possible to do that.
I was desperate
I was innocent,
but there was nothing that I could live on.
We're inside out,
Humans,
We're endlessly searching for something that doesn't exist,
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁