The all-father;
A gardener of my time,
Has planted a malice in me.
As my vines continue to grow,
The roots begin to thicken.
How the worry begins at adolescence...
Where the bones have veins,
And the eyes carry a waterfall.
Tears of the amazon,
A burning story for the wind.
And since no one can hear the screams,
The soil will dream of the nebula's...
Where the stars drink moonshine
While the moon shines.
(Am I pretty enough?)
(Will I find someone?)
(Can I love anyone?)
(Will I survive?)
It's like walking up and down the stairs.
Cold they may be,
But the worry of footing,
Still haunts the midnight sounds.
Worry to woe,
As the garden cries a impulsive seed.
Worry to woe,
As the trees wither to a silhouette.
Worry to woe,
As the heart migrates to Africa.
Beaten by words,
Mastered by fangs whom carry humans.
...
The worry seed,
Still exist in my eyes.
While the drip may seem harmful,
The element will always push towards you.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
