Like Branches of a Tree - Poetry.
I am literally just now writing, typing and blogging this poetry. I m so proud of it and I hope you love it too, because I do. I love the tree metaphor I used throughout it. =)
Like Branches of a Tree. [Midnight, around 12.13 AM of August 22nd 2018.]
We live in a crazy, wild cutthroat world, where the streets we walk each day are literally stone-cold, filled with people full of troubled souls, mistakes from the past, hearts filled with faults...
Prisons filled with criminals and bad guys, drugs, guns, sliced wrists and robberies everywhere, forgotten smiles and abandoned houses, people paying the price for what they did once...
People and cars running east and west, stars not aligned when the sky is overcast, some standing on the edge of death, wanting to end their lives, some smiling through triumphs and successes they achieved in the past...
Are we the prey or the hunter?! Are we the leader or the follower?! Are we brave enough to breathe through the smokey air?! Are we free enough to do whatever…
Like Branches of a Tree. [Midnight, around 12.13 AM of August 22nd 2018.]
We live in a crazy, wild cutthroat world, where the streets we walk each day are literally stone-cold, filled with people full of troubled souls, mistakes from the past, hearts filled with faults...
Prisons filled with criminals and bad guys, drugs, guns, sliced wrists and robberies everywhere, forgotten smiles and abandoned houses, people paying the price for what they did once...
People and cars running east and west, stars not aligned when the sky is overcast, some standing on the edge of death, wanting to end their lives, some smiling through triumphs and successes they achieved in the past...
Are we the prey or the hunter?! Are we the leader or the follower?! Are we brave enough to breathe through the smokey air?! Are we free enough to do whatever…