Feeling cold,
Feeling dead,
With nothing else but dirt beneath my head.
You fill my ground with seeds,
This was all that my world would need.
Slowly I feel them tangle,
Their roots start to mingle.
Flowers bloom and grow from my skull,
Further resting me in a peaceful lull.
Sunflowers, daisies and tulip buds,
Lay all around me brightening the mud.
Slowly, slowly my ground is beautiful once again.
Slowly, slowly my body is repaired,
But yet I am still questioning the when?
Wanting to live again just like them.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 4:34 AM UTC
Feeling cold,
Feeling dead,
With nothing else but dirt beneath my head.
You fill my ground with seeds,
This was all that my world would need.
Slowly I feel them tangle,
Their roots start to mingle.
Flowers bloom and grow from my skull,
Further resting me in a peaceful lull.
Sunflowers, daisies and tulip buds,
Lay all around me brightening the mud.
Slowly, slowly my ground is beautiful once again.
Slowly, slowly my body is repaired,
But yet I am still questioning the when?
Wanting to live again just like them.
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