On the brink of two
societies,
one meant for royalty,
the other, living silently,
close to losing sanity.
They had two different
priorities,
unsimilar moralities,
but held down by the same
gravity.
No one took the time
to erase their rivalry, to
see the irony,
their similarity.
They both had claws
that struck through the heart,
Bared teeth that broke
down this silver armor,
A sting that stabbed
you conscious deep,
Thousand hidden thorns
buried beneath, growing
as we sleep.
For we called ourselves
humans, and them, the
beasts.
But even the beasts
know, that no matter
how high on the chain,
we're still,
one
of
them.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
