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.

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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.

SW-User

Thanks. It was written on quite a difficult day

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wintersecret · 41-45, M

@Serenitree: thanks for that. well now the present matters the most.
That's Lovely Heart.

Serenitree · F

@wintersecret: yes. This is the present mood in my heart.

Waiting at the top of the stairs,
bright blue eyes twinkling;
she smiles,
holds out her arms,
calls my name "Nana!!!"

And my world shines.

wintersecret · 41-45, M

@Serenitree: the evergreen Wonderful hugs from kids.

Serenitree · F

There is both grief and joy here. Hope and despair. Well written.

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