Nov 2017
Darkness grows
consuming the light meant for
the garden within my soul.
The flowers wilt
the grasses wither.
Their life slowly leaves them
as does mine.
consuming the light meant for
the garden within my soul.
The flowers wilt
the grasses wither.
Their life slowly leaves them
as does mine.
Older poem I wrote in 2013 that I'm bringing back. It's been feeling relevant again.
(25/F/California)
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