I am the green in a wall of grey,
The only sad one in a crowd of gay,
I'm not sure how this happened,
I cannot say.
I am the only girl,
In a room of boys,
No one can
Not a peep of my voice,
I am stuck in the middle of this void.
I have blue eyes in a wad of brown,
I'm being dragged way, way down,
I bear the sweetness of death,
That moment of my very last breath.
I am alone in the middle of this crowd,
The people around me
So, so loud,
My broken wings,
I cannot fly,
If no one saves me I will die...
No one comes despite my cries,
Still on my lips are my goodbyes,
Lost in silence on my tongue,
For so many ghosts
I am so young.
I live in the past,
Not the present,
I don't look back,
That's why I left it,
I will come for you,
When you don't come for me,
And I'll be waiting...
Waiting by the poison tree.
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Rain Under Streetlight
PoetryA collection of poems of all genres. I would love all of the advice and feedback. Thanks!