grass field with the lightest breeze of wind.
heart has felt cold. I don't feel free like the wind itself.
the sun is setting like the numbing of falling asleep.
heading deeper into the field. walking toward, the tree.
as I soon stand close I notice it's scars.
every part I see, I notice all of the life battles it's faced.
so torn and out of place.
I relate to something so different. the tree.
it had taken years to grow like a human being.
both breathing. distinct lives with distinct meanings.
we both have a purpose for the world we were born in.
still seeing light when we wake up every morning.
you stand out. like me...
both been tearing apart in our lives around our own kind.
but... we've been dying while alive. internally, we admit it.
so. don't leave. hang on to me. and I'll hang on to you...
I feel the last of the light breeze as my heart is no longer feeling cold.
like the wind, I finally feel free inside of my soul.
the sun finally sets like the numbing of falling asleep.
I've put my pain to a final rest. I hang onto, the tree. 🌳❤️
YOU ARE READING
the human road.
Poesiafirst book filled with poems written by me. 📝🔒(IN DEVELOPMENT)🛠️📝
