We used to march in red parades,
Where the shade was a heavenly place
But the cadences have faded,
Now echoing in the distance.
I remember when the cold stuck like blades,
When the searing sun glared down
When water was the gift of angels
I remember before I was tangled in my own heartstrings,
Stuck in the middle
Like our parachutes in grade school
But that is something I left in the light
Before I was shoved into this shadowy abyss
I remember when I knew bliss to be
Looking outside and seeing a landscape of snow,
Cheering with excitement.
Now, I am only as dead as winter
But people still applaud.
I wilt and wait
For summer to catch me again,
To save me from turning to ice
And then, I will be able to hear
The cadence of my heart once more.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
