Old poems from four years ago 2
drink
your lips are dry,
cracked,
blistered.
your skin is burnt,
spotted,
rough.
your eyes are red,
wrinkled,
expressionless.
the journey was long,
hard,
but not it's over.
Drink and be restored.
the rain
thunders down
its quiet
is gone
sound-effects
of lightning
embrace
the ground
the sky
is dark
the clouds
cover it well
the life
in my eyes
disappears
with the sun
race the clouds across the sky
your horses spots are left behind
the wind blows across the face
you're flying! you're flying!
no, alas, you have fallen
no, alas, you are dead
your lips are dry,
cracked,
blistered.
your skin is burnt,
spotted,
rough.
your eyes are red,
wrinkled,
expressionless.
the journey was long,
hard,
but not it's over.
Drink and be restored.
the rain
thunders down
its quiet
is gone
sound-effects
of lightning
embrace
the ground
the sky
is dark
the clouds
cover it well
the life
in my eyes
disappears
with the sun
race the clouds across the sky
your horses spots are left behind
the wind blows across the face
you're flying! you're flying!
no, alas, you have fallen
no, alas, you are dead
♠ ♠ ♠
Sometimes, I scare myself.Nah, it's just that seventh and eighth grade was a really hard time emotionally for me.
Now my problems are mostly with the rest of the word. 'Swy I 'aven't enny 'spiration.
(See if you can decipher that one, hehehe..)