I walk in the plains. Aimlessly,
All alone. The wind lashes at my face, just like
A thousand tiny knives. Blades of jade-green grass
Tickle my feet, painful as
The prickle of countless needles. Everything seems to
Hate me. Even the hills look barer and meaner than usual.
The flowers no longer smilingly welcome me; the clouds
Have turned a gloomy gray.
Even nature knows. Even it knows
What I have done. That
All my friends would desert me, for in their eyes
I shall be deemed a traitor, unworthy of
Their trust and care. Unworthy of
All the sacrifices they had ever made for me.
For I have befriended their enemy, and
Betrayed their thoughts to her.
Even nature knows. Even it knows
That I struggle with my heart every day,
Every hour, every minute. And not a single day goes by,
That I'm not crying inside. I have chosen her
Over the friend who I cherish so much. Though I'm aware,
Aware that I wouldn't have chosen differently, even if
I were given a million more chances.
Even nature knows. Even it knows
How I live in fear every second, fearing the
Discovery that would ruin everything. And yet
I long for it, longing for the same discovery
That would set me free. Set me free from all the hiding,
Cowering.
Even nature knows. Even it knows
How anticipation is a killer, killing
My soul. How it is digging deep, making me
Examine my conscience, forcing me to
Rethink my choices.
Even nature knows. Even nature knows
How I long for release.
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Those Days
PoetryInnocence is bliss. I used to wish I'd grow up sooner. I thought growing up was all about getting taller and having more freedom. Just a few years ago, the only problems I had to worry about were bad grades and broken friendship. Even though I thoug...
