I am a poet, I bleed words
My feelings rhyme, jumble
Just a metaphor away
A recipe for laughter
Yet sadness enlightens
The ehoes in gusty winds
Can your eyes hear my footsteps?
As I frolic in moonlight
Catching shooting stars
In my mind as I write.
Poetry is strength in unity
Not alone in bygone
sorrows of yesterday.
For in this community
Of sharing my poetry,
My life, we bleed together
Holding hands across the miles
Chasing ghosts in alleyways
Of our minds in empathy.
I write because if I don’t
I’ll die trying to breathe.
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THANKYou for reading 🕊️
About the Creator
VJHD
The subsistence of our lives will live on in our words, forever encapsulating our feelings.
Words are the centre point of our existence. If we never write anything down, did we ever really exist at all?
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