It was typical until I gave up,
my failures crushed me down,
knowing that I have no backup.
Following the consecutive street lights ,
though I'm perplexed where it ends.
My tears are wiped by the rain,
leaving me drenched with pain.
Eventually I rested myself under a tree,
where I played, when I was three.
None was leaving it's fruit un eaten,
though it never stopped fruitification.
Hoping that seed would grow like it,
with huge branches and a stance of never quit.
You have opened my eyes one-time,
I have failed just another - time.
~Snow_blue
YOU ARE READING
MERRY SOUL
Poetry"You know you have read a good book when you turn the last page feel a little as if you lost a friend". ~Paul sweeny
