Everything is beginning to move
In retrograde,
A backwards-going, erratic train
An orbit turning round again
And it is making me insane,
The rain falls in drops of mercury and cyanide
So I cannot hide,
And every flower that once reached out to me
Is beginning to fade, turn from red to pink
To white in a cloak of chlorophyll,
I just wish everything was still again
Before I overdosed on words like pills
My own thoughts drilling holes into me
Positivity is becoming shy,
A microphone with dying batteries
And darkness flourishes in my veins
A greedy disease that won't leave.
The sun is going down,
Will it return?
Because lately I have been yearning
For some peace,
A way to release
But everything is pouring back into my mind
A video playing in reverse
Everything is getting worse.
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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...
