My mind wanders to different places all the time,
But nobody seems to notice it.
I feel there are many mountains I must climb,
To overcome life and the rough parts of it.
I look at the flowers, they bend with the wind,
But humans never do, they can stand their ground.
Our beautifully flawed bodies remain unconfined,
As the diaphanous teardrops make no sound.
Perhaps we could learn from the plants,
We need to stop living in this misery.
We can even learn things from little ants,
But all of us would do so bitterly.
Our grotesque attitudes are the reason for poverty,
They're the reason for many people's horrid lives.
We are filled with demons and atrocities,
And our words cut other people like knives.
I bet you didn't notice how this poem wandered,
You were too curious to find out what I had to say.
Across the hells of others my mind had meandered,
We have to watch our souls exponentially decay.
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Book of Poems
ŞiirPoems that I write whenever I feel like it, they tend to be rather melancholy and thought-provoking but if you enjoy that sort of thing then feel free to read them. There may be the odd one that is not sad but I hope you still find them entertaining.
