The Wind
In rushing wind, the fragile trees
Sway silently, iniquity
And prejudice weighing them down
Until they break. A shallow representation
Our lonely world creates until one by one
The wind still buffets
And we all break.
SUPER ULTRA MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING because this is in 2nd person
please don’t read this if you feel you might be triggered by it. Also sorry idk it might be good or it might be awful sorry. Also it’s obviously not finished. Very experimental for me. Also I haven’t done any edits. ajkfhsafgdgfjgdfkgfsdfdjkhgdfjhgkfj okay alright yes here you go.
I Am A Summer Breeze
I am a summer breeze.
I flit through your life.
I touched your cheek,
your hand,
your head.
I sought the abnormalities and tried to mend the irreparable.
And when my work was done,
I left.
You tried to pick up the pieces, but there was nothing left.
I had already fixed what was broken.
Beneficence breeds enmity towards imperfections.
But there were others who needed fixing.
I tried to visit but before long the stark bitterness of autumn confined me
to myself.
Sometimes I miss your cheek,
your hand,
your head.
I know you miss me too.
Everyone longs for summer.
Luckily it comes back every year.
