"We stood by a pond that winter day,"
Ice filmed in thin sheets-
colliding and breaking with each ripple.
We were colored like the night sky;
monotone hues accenting some of our melancholy.
Each figure caressing delicate honeyworts.
It reminded them of their loves passing;
we took the sweet and bitter as a whole
with pride - before releasing their soul.
I remember some of the flowers resting on ice-
while others began to soak and sink.
I remember the storm blessed sky.
The one that followed that evening when I sat alone.
I had finally gotten use to the wintry sheets,
but now I refused to meet them.
Instead I turned to my vodka and cigarettes, laughing
though only at the old scars you had left me.
Now I don't even remember that night
when I - fought back.
Line one- Thomas Hardy "Neutral Tones"
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Broken and Mended, a Poetry Collection.
PoetryA collection of poems that was written through times of hardship and battling in my own mind during my high school years. Battling depression, anxiety, and trying to learn who I am. I may not feel as passionate or even like my poems now, but I thoug...
