Pink Japanese cherry blossoms
Fell to the ground
During the soft sun lit golden hour of Japan.
I was carrying a bag of groceries from the local market a few blocks down
From my Tiny but peaceful little apartment.
I was a office worker
Mostly sitting in my cubicle
Taking calls and filling out paper work for clients.
I never really went anywhere with my life,
I had no friends and no family
I was alone.
I felt as if I was on auto pilot.
I began to cross that busy streer
I suddenly stopped
I felt that speeding car slam into my side and the snapping of my bones.
I was finally free,
It was all over now.
My death
Was the most beautiful sight, pink cherry blossoms and
That golden lit sky.
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Poems That Show My Soul
PoesiaThis is my poem journal how i can better word out my mind and let it flow out in a lovely strand of words that will bring people to love my mess of a life and call someone with a mindset like me beautiful
