Days go by.
Spreading negativity.
Like dandelions in spring.
Each seed.
Sprouting a new weed.
With the blink of your eye.
Every seed.
Traveling faster than light.
Unstoppable and harmful.
Each seed.
Just like a rumour.
Multiplying by each second.
Each seed.
Passing around like a virus.
Like the number of tears shed daily.
Each seed.
Scratching the dignity.
Upset with shame.
Days go by.
Spreading hurtful words.
Like dandelions in spring.
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
