Opening the first door
A light surrounds us
We are full of rays
As we run in the fields
And spread our wings like sunshine
Bodies full of heat radiate;
No worries, only peace
Faces bright and shinning
The sunny days and carefree childhood
As we step up the stairs
There awaits, a wooden door
Leading us to adulthood
We are now,the sunflowers
Bodies vibrant and colorful
Each carrying their own fragrance
Worries surround us, as for now,
We are as delicate as petals
Our journey continues
As a new door is opened
Stepping into the cruelty
We are as cold as ice
As winter winds blew
They took with them, our humanity,
Our hearts frozen
And selfish bodies void of warmth
Our final destination arrives
The autumn leaves falling
Once innocent, scented souls
Now drenched in the horrors of sins
Tainted bodies,stained with blood
Faces now helpless, pleading the guilt
No turning back now
As all trees must fall now
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poetry"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
