A pain so new
A wound so old
Yet it crumpled me to the ground
Curled up like a kitten
Into a ball so tight
Staring blankly with nothing in sight
Under a tree
In winter's crisp breeze
Making the leaves rustle ever so lightly
The sun's bright eyes staring upon me
But I do not uncurl
I do not move but to breathe
Yet even a breath
Causing a tear to roll from my damp eye
But even as the sun goes down
My pain still haunts me even now
Because even as the moon's dull rays
Sine upon me showing the end of a day
My pain still lingers in my body
Yet somehow it feels like part of me
I unravel and look upon the moon and stars
My tears dried upon my cheeks
Yet still stained my shirt
My eyes are misted over
My mind is dazed and fogged
But I still stare, there upon the moon
A smile upon my face
My breath escapes my lungs into the night
While the breeze sweeps the pain from beneath my feet
My eyes begin to clear
My mind thinks straight
I see the tree that grows before me
And see the long branches flow
The leaves crisp and fall by the hands of the breeze
My smile remained as I stared at the moon
By my dried tears became wet again
Staining my shirt more
Though this time hitting the grass below me
But how could I cry and smile
And how could it be
That I feel a pain so new
From a wound so old
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Book of Poems
Poetrythis is a large array of Poems that I wrote on a bunch of random topics
