Everything
Is so hazy
Right now, I can't even see with my glasses on
Failing words,
Unkempt herds
The shepherd's no longer in hold of the lawn
Mutated,
Green, blue, red
My eyes are entirely colour blind
Broken wood
Thrashed for good
Tossed out next to a sawdust pile
I don't know where I am anymore,
Where am I?
Where are you?
I look at the river from the railing of the bridge
I'm gonna jump
No can do
Did you know
That sorrow
Is the name of a river flowing in my blood
It smells harsh,
It only scars
Damp and red, it's fully covered in mud
Hot and cold
Flashes mold
All my leaves are shedding like a dying tree
Should I talk
Should I walk
I think I'm already a dead body
I don't who I am anymore,
Who am I?
Who are you?
I look at the river from the railing of the bridge
And I jump
Fine now, are you?
.
.
Yes I am.
Are you?
.
.
I think I am.
Are you?
.
.
No, I'm barely getting through.
Now that's true.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
