The frozen leaves that still shake in the wind
seem thicker than the woods
might be because of the darkness
falling onto the winter ground.
And the ones coming from the shadows
might have to taste the rain
as it only keeps pouring down
within dreams like these.
Brightest sunrise then after every warning
sets the sails in the harbours
no fear for the storms that are coming
the tides will pull up the heart.
The icy roads that seem to lead nowhere
are the bones you once were made of
take a chance for your fragile self
go consume even if it gets rough
if its a chance to breathe again
its a chance for a fresh start
for time is short
and here now is the best present
with no past land.
dreamsyoufollowinspirationyouswallow
for time is short
and here now is the best present
with no past land.
Awesome! Great poem!
-Randomandunheardof