Survival
The harsh winds bend me every day,
They deflower me and and cause so much pain.
My stems are breaking & my soil is loosening
but the roots i was blessed with keeps me grounded.
My colour drains, my leaves stain,
the sun dries my water as the bees steal my nectar
my sweetness is cleared
now its only bitterness there.
The ants leave me at piece
when it's task should be to tear my leaves
So I expect the unexpected
and wait for when the harsh winds become a light breeze.
~Chelly Quamie~
Song- Skinny Love By Birdy. (Play above)
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Poetic Justice
PoetryThis a book containing my poems. The poems are far from literal, i don't write directly. It's also a bit depressing. I don't write about hearts and flowers. That may or may not change in the future. You want poems to relate to loneliness, depression...
