The birthday. What a marvelous occasion.
Something that brings joy.
That brings love.
That brings happiness,
Filling the hearts of even the most saddened.
This birthday. Set on a lake at sunset.
Soft yellows, oranges, reds, pinks,
Tinging the sky, blotting out the clouds.
Children running, screaming with joy.
People feasting at a picnic, hands entwined.
The next birthday. Not so pretty.
A damp basement.
Bodies lie in the bright grass,
And some are murdered, and some are picnicking.
One, two, three shots in,
Blood stains the bright grass.
A shattering of glass.
All because of our important values and beliefs,
And some people thinking they are wrong.
All because of one tip off,
All because of us being who we are.
Partying 'till the lights fade out,
Partying in our minds, bodies twitching with excitement.
Bodies twitching on the floor.
Bodies lie in the bright grass,
And some are murdered, and some are picnicking.
The birthday. What a marvelous occasion.
YOU ARE READING
𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 & 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬
PoetryPoetry is a beautiful thing. It can bring out the light in the darkest times. And that is why I started writing this; to cope. It's short, but I hope you guys like it. ❤️
