Grew the branches that wept rain
Came the young creature
Floating above wisdom
Reaching freedom
Shackle around her wrist
Chains around her lungs
Yet the strives to break
These floating fear
Suffocating a mixture of humid despair,
Another gleaming soul
Bleeding reluctant spite
Heavy greed consuming the heart
Mind campossion with conspiracy
Yet the cleansing soul gleams
Pleas of humanity
Seeking revenge and obeying the role
But fragile, hopeless, hapless
Powerless collide in despair
Battles and war saw it all
Choas had become the spirit's norm
And so sat under my stem
Gnawing away from home,
Destructive in their nature
The humongous star fuming
Its masqaurade of a light
Awaiting its end
Until the black hole of vacuum
Unleashing the unpredicatable
I watched it all
In this so called homes of dreams
Witnessed the burial of her child
Mother Nature that is
Witness her corroding leaves
Ashes they became
Glimpse of every sorrow I saw
And consume
Heal their hearts She spoke
And so I did
Lived through the traumas
Confusion
Illusions
Fear
Despair
Yet numb i am
And live through as though i am a spirit
A ghost
An invisble beginning that exists
Met reaper once
Told me 'your soul heals and relives
Live through it all, until you rot then die again, then revive
The cycle continues
This is the order of your form'
Accepted this fate
Horribly unfair
And so i became the hovering creature you meet in your dreams
An illusion of your conscious imaginations relapsing between the unknown and the the living.
*note from the writer: hope you enjoyed reading the poems so far. Tell me what your interpretation and your perspectives of what the poem is about. I would really appreciate the critism too if i made some mistakes or even you just didnt like the poem.
Thank you for your support, OromianEyre*
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