The clouds are dancing
in the blue sky at
the wind's melody while
the sun is blind by
their coordinated moves
And the light is focused
in making them shine
forgetting to make it's way
to the human world.
It's cold and lonely down here.
It seems sunny up there
but down here it's just rainy and lonely.
As the rain drops fall over
my twisted and sick mind
I wonder why.
Why are the deep pools of salt water
beautiful but not me?
Why are the long camps of roses
beautiful but not me?
Why is the infinite ocean where
the stars dance and
our wishes disappear
beautiful but not me?
I wonder, how can I find
beauty in everything?
The rain
The birds singing
The waves
The sound of glass breaking
The way the blood drops out of my wrists
The darkness...
But, most of all, I wonder
Why can I find beauty in everything
except in myself?
YOU ARE READING
My personal Hell
PoetryNot a story at all. Just some texts I've wrote through the years.
