The Sun will shine Bright
The Moon will cast its light
The sky will Boom
With a Voice that Demands to be Heard
The Winds will Howl
Letting No Soul Rest
But the grass shall start to grow
Tress will bring back life
Unto this Dead World
Flowers will Sing
Animals Will Bounce with Joy
A new found energy for the Joyous Season
What shall I do? You ask.
I will not grow as the grass
My life will not be brought back as the Trees
I will Scream my Horrors
For this New Season
I will Weep like the rain
Howl like the winds
I will Not Accept
For a Joyous soul was Lost
I will plead my bargains
For the Joyous Souls return
I will Curse this New Seaon
And those to Come
But in Time
My screams will stop
The bargaining will end
I will accept
My Precious one is Gone
My cries will stop
My Howls of Pain will subside
I too will grow like the Grass
I will bounce with Joy as the Animals do
I will Cast my Light
In the Darkest of Times
Leading troubles souls to Safety
I will shine like the Sun
Just as my Precious One
Once Did.
YOU ARE READING
Late night poems
PoetryThis a collection of poems that I have written. They will be about my brother and his death. My mental health. Everything.
