Salve works when you want it to soothe,
But for some reason I didn't let it,
And arrogantly blamed the ointment for not repairing my wounds.
In my life, it's only gravel everywhere
Partially healed, I forced myself to move forward on the road,
Bleeding on the fragile leaflets along the path.
Salvation seems unattainable.
Well all the world's a stage,
But too bad I've got terrible stage fright
Choking off my sight to smoke, choking life around me.
It makes me hysterical, it makes me howl,
And watching the peacocks spread their plumage in my tears
Makes me cry harder to the rhythm of their feet.
Salvation seems unattainable.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
