Poetry

stripes

stripes
my life is just a bunch of stripes
crying
why does my life depend on stripes

the four stripes of life
one goes down
and the hope that it brought with it
lost
im such a fucking clown

another one dies
the sunflowers
that made life so nice and happy
even darker turn the skies

second to last disappears
those are the people
who have supported you the entire time
they away, gone, nowhere
one of my biggest fears

one stripe stays standing
weak, small
nothing mere but a dot
slowly, it disintegrates too
nothing to call