Clouds trudge slowly
Across a bright blue brilliant sky.
My gaze travels the horizon,
Over bumps and ripples,
Over dips and valleys
That make up the hills in the distance.
A soft breeze ruffles my hair,
The locks tossed and turned gently,
Just as the leaves in the trees,
Their music filling me with peace
The long grass cradling me
As I lay to rest.
The day went by, resting into night.
The deep blue sky winked at me,
With a thousand glistening eyes.
The eyes always watch me,
Watch me when I mess up,
Watch me when I cry.
They watch me when I care,
And they watch me when I laugh.
When the sun comes back,
The stars are still there
Enveloped by the black sky
The cradles them
As they never sleep.
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The Emotional Collection Of A Small Town Nobody's Poetry
PoetryNobody lived their life in a small town. They lived by scraping by, through undiagnosed depression and anxiety. Throughout middle and high school, they turned to poetry to vent. These are the poems they kept for themself. Some, no one else has read...
