Poems

Clear as day

The icy air touches my skin

Goose bumps spread across my skin

here I am remembering warm days

loving the way the sun warms my skin

enjoying the smell of flowers everywhere

then the warmth turned into coldness

stinging my skin with every second spent outside

No, more am I surrounded by flowers

Instead I look upon dead plants

the color has been sucked dried

The will to care is leaving me

Tears roll down my face with no end

I hurt for the ignorance

I hurt for the things you do not say

For the actions that are clear as day

 

 

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