sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
s.o.c 5
son of sapiens asks if i can sleep i ask you this sapiens i am son of megalodon i stream through salt i and my siblings sapiens names fossils i could not sleep then and i could not sleep in the womb because my blood longed to drink my blood and i cannot sleep out of my mother water my eyes permanently open peering into the depths because to orca crocodile dolphin seal to all i am prey yet sapiens paints me as predator as he severs my fins from me and lets me sink into sea intestines and sapiens says it is okay because i feel no pain as if the water does not sear my flowering wounds and sting my gills and i do not lie there gasping because of his lies so i ask you son of sapiens if you can sleep and if so how can you sleep?
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Karma
I had a dream about the both of you last night I always dream of you as still being little girls, needing the care and comfort of their mother. Still needing to be cradled in my arms. I think I understand why my subconscious chose to keep seeing you that way. Because at that time, you still needed me. But you're not so little, neither of you are. Last night was the first night I dreamt of you at the ages that you are now. Not yet adults, but very much grown. I see now why I was scared of that. The dream turned to a nightmare fast. Little RoseBud, still in your teens. But you had a boyfriend, one who I saw from the start was toxic. But you loved him, and he said he loved you. I asked you to spend time with me, You said you didn't want to. It was a shot to the heart, but something I deserved. So I tried to ask my little butterfly, and this is what I heard. She wanted to stay with you, and I couldn't blame her, you were her caretaker, and now she is a protector. The Grandpa of the boy was there, he seemed very sad. He handed me a walkie talkie And said “In case things go bad.” I was confused at first, until he told the boy his court hearing was coming too soon, it was for murder, of course. Who he murdered, I don't know. Why he murdered them was a mystery. All I know is I felt you were unsafe, but your life no longer belonged to me. I hope and I pray, that you will be okay. As I stand by a bystander to my karma, and its cruel fate.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
