How I long for a place of green.

Trees that give the freshest air.

Rain that washes away everything.

Cleansing the land, and cleansing me.

I am so tired of feeling dead inside

from seeing the dried out death all around me.

It feels like I can feel the land screaming.

Screaming like me for just a drop of water.

A drop of life.

I wonder what it must be like to constantly
Degrade your garden,
Neglect your garden,
Give it just enough water to survive
Yet never enough nutrition to thrive,

AND THEN

Still have the ******* audacity to blame the ******* garden
For not producing enough for you.

I no longer suffer,
because i give all of my suffering to the void
and as my past has transformed me tougher
I silence the games that made me felt toyed

and now that I know no suffering
I get to finally claim my peace
in a place where beauty is always singing
and where the pain has finally ceased

no, i did not have to rest eternally
I get to wear the crown of life
because i choose to use mine to see
upon the sea that knows no strife

so i no longer have to suffer
because death no longer knows my name
and as i finally remove the covers
i spread my wings to fly with life's reign

It feels like my heart

Doesn't have much room to feel

That much of anything

Other than fear.

You will only ever get slivers of people

Until we learn how to mesh souls.