Colors filled my eyes and pictures danced around my mind.
Patterns I'd never dream of,
Exposed themselves to me.
Just visible shapes planted themselves in my brain.
Sprouting out like tiny plants who break out of the seed.
Slow at first,
But grows quickly,
Into pictures and paintings.
Sprouting into not just art,
But a story.
The stories mostly sad,
Make my heart tremble with sadness,
And my heart aches for the pain that has to be felt.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
