Ask me why I am happy.
And I will tell you
About the late summer nights
I spent under the starlight...
About the breeze through the window
which called me to look outside at the snow.
About this heavenly scent... petrichor, I meant.
(which, ironically is found here on earth)
About marks on the coffee cup
by the lips which lingered on them.
I will tell you five stories
each story entailing my senses
Ask me why I am sad
And I will tell you
Of all things that are bad
Maybe the world is dying
Or maybe I just refuse to look at the flowers blooming in the graveyard
For I feel guilty.
I would tell you about the injustice
but, they say karma will take care of it...
I would tell you about suffering but
they say it is supposed to make you stronger
But in truth these are the things which makes me angry.
I would tell you about the things that make me sad... But I am too scared...
If I tell you about
a drying river
a pair of baby shoes for sale which were never worn
a butterfly with broken wings
a caged bird
a crushed bug under a rock
a lover mourning in the graveyard
a trampled flower on sidewalk
a bullied kid
a dying old man
a lost girl
--
you would arrange them in order of sadness.
Or maybe, even dismiss some.
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Anguished Optimism
PoetryI am a confused, crazy, and curious soul. These poems are a small window into my mind... Wanna take a peek? This Poetry collection contains the following:- (*) Interesting Rhyme Schemes (*) Plot twist Poems (*) Poems telling a story (*) Symbolic Poe...
