the winds
the trees
the push and pull
the dragging
the rain pouring
the clouds
pull away the weak
grow the new and stronger
if you scare
you won't care
nothing can stop you
nothing will stop you
I lay on my bed
writing this
fearing the winds
destroying
the trees
breaking
the rain
submerging
the clouds
darkening
my life
in ruins
i'll survive
i can do it
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
