Good morning
To the ones who want to live
The life of the clock ticking,
clicking
Those who are happy
For the run that is being,
agreeing
To be late for their own life
Good morning
To the ones who will never rise again
That are on the edge of the knife
Mourning
Trapped on the disdain
Those who nobody listens
Stuck in conditions,
positions
Hanging out of their half life
Good morning
To the ones abandoned
Born cold,
alone
If only they had known
Understand
Those restless
Bound to a wasteland
Of nightmares,
and tears
Good morning
To the ones that have a bad habit to feed
That bleed,
need
The sweet release
Those with anger issues
Who can't find peace
That rather decease
Than lose
Good morning
To the black
To depression
To dying
To losing hope
And to live just another day
YOU ARE READING
Dead Fowers
Poetry"As I write myself I grow Because I've learned to lick Cuts and gashes And caress my sadness So I'll bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I re...
