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by Lost star Sep 9, 2020
Life, society /
Winter crept into my bones
almost as if it lay by her prose;
Leaves fell when the season's turned
as the acid in my stomach
burned, burned, burned.
They say time is a healer,
but sometimes, an incubator,
growing a festering black thorn
to choke all that is me.
But there's always a light
in the darkness, that's true,
a shining point who strives and
guides all life's avenues.
Trust in the people I know
to be good, never let myself
be misunderstood, listen to natures call
and I'll get through it all.
One of the things I hate most is being misunderstood, that then leads to judging ones intentions.
I enjoyed this read, it has a good rhythm in it!
by Lost star
Thank you star! Glad you liked it.
by Maple Tree