Falling free in a pit of misery,
Desperately clawing my way to sanity.
There's a fog setting on a once hopeful kid,
He doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve this.
Spiraling in a torrential terror,
Panicking, consumed by the horror.
There's a curse placed on a once optimistic kid,
He doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve this.
At night, when the apocalypse looms closer,
He shuts his eyes, and dreams away his wonder.
I know it's not the end of the world,
I'll pick myself back up, singing cheers to my fall.
I know it's not the end of the world,
In my fate I'll trust, I'm supposed to feel small.
Because, I know, that there's something after this,
Something so perfect, maybe even bliss.
If hellfire burns the seas to ashes,
If my earth rips in two and destroys the masses,
I'll know a change will come, and the clouds will move far from the sun,
I know it's not the end of the world,
It's not the end of the world.
Dilated and waiting for a new moon to rise,
Manifest new energies, grow out of these sad eyes.
There's a fog lifting on a once broken kid,
He deserves it, he deserves this.
Illuminating and sparkling new hope on the horizon,
His eyes are glowing, a reverse of the poison.
There's a curse being broken on a once pessimistic kid,
He deserves it, he deserves this.
At light, when the apocalypse recedes in its steps,
He relaxes, and takes a relieving deep breath.
I know it's not the end of the world,
I'll pick myself back up, singing cheers to my fall.
I know it's not the end of the world,
In my fate I'll trust, I'm supposed to feel small.
Because, I know, that there's something after this,
Something so perfect, maybe even bliss.
If hellfire burns the seas to ashes,
If my earth rips in two and destroys the masses,
I'll know a change will come, and the clouds will move far from the sun,
I know it's not the end of the world,
It's not the end of the world.
He's doing better than he ever was,
Never not falling in love.
Writing his pain away,
Smiling and laughing today.
He found a safe place to land,
Happiness took his hand.
There's no fear or irrationality,
Some happy tears and a newfound liberty.
The hellfire may have once consumed his earth,
But it wasn't the end of his world,
He changed his world with, simply, his words.
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Coming of Age
Poetry"Red fades into an intensity I once felt, Orange starts to appear, a magenta sunset. There's white and some silver shining on my skin, A wonderful twist of fate, a victorious win". A poetry collection all about growing up, change, happiness and l...
