Light filtering through the trees,
The wind's laughter blowing merrily in the light breeze.
The cloying scent of smoke and pine,
The birds singing softly, oh how divine!
Deer feet crunch the light winter frost,
And I am no longer fraught with the fear of being lost.
Glowing angelically in the sunlight bouncing off of the snow,
I have realized, that I do not want to go,
Not back to a world of pain,
there I have no gain.
But in this lovely glowing world,
I am simply a creature from the underworld.
I refuse to taint this place,
in all of its beauty and grace.
So I will put on a brave face,
And step into my void of space.
YOU ARE READING
Oleander-COMPLETED
PoetryALL RIGHTS RESERVED Her words were like oleander flowers, so delicate, like a gossamer spider string, but poisonous, like her scarred, despondent heart. *in other words, my crap poetry that is still really important to me*
