I Write Poetry

What Event scarred my Path?
Burned down the cities!
Apocalypse mind.
What world is this?
And the one for which I endlessly search?
Barefooted, muddied, dirty, bruised.

I lay me down into the ground,
Wait.
For Mother Earth to swallow me.
Cleanse me.
Clean me.
Feel me.
As I feel Her warmth.

In a World I belong.
A World brimming with Life
But void of humanity.

The world I dream of.

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wintersecret · 41-45, M

how come you are able to merge the
Sadness & Happiness
Joy & Sorrow

feel attached.

Serenitree · F

You caught that dichotomy too, huh? She does write well.

SW-User

I see a girl, running scared in circles, confused, unable to see how she got where she is, unable to see a way forward.

Her only comfort is nature.

To take the pain a way, but it is open gif interpretation, has she left the world? Is that good or bad?

Serenitree · F

@Listening80: it's real. Good. Bad. It's reality.

wintersecret · 41-45, M

@Serenitree: it's so perfectly written, thus i wonder how it could be easily mixed and spoken.

wintersecret · 41-45, M

@Listening80: Girl took comfort in what she found the best peace.