today, the sun that shined every
day, was hidden between
the dark clouds that held so much
pain in them, waiting for the tears to
flow like a river.
today, everything was quiet, the
world fell silent as 49 flowers
were plucked harshly from
their garden.
the garden they once called their
safe place, was now the place
they feared the most.
the world cried silently, every sob
getting more quiet as time passed.
oh, young man, don't you see
what you just did?
the once clean garden will
look red like the blood
it was stained with,
even if it was cleaned like you clean
a white dress full of stains,
you still know
about the damage
that was done.
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collide
Poetry'the moon and the sun...they were never meant to collide, but wouldn't it be spectacular if they did?' a poem book full of angst, self love, depression and the things that are happening right here and right now in this world.
