the past is dead

Sugar Suicide

You take whats turn to rock and ash,

and let me know its all just the past.

 

with a whip of your hand it all grows anew,

lush trees and overgrowth too.

 

stones of moss,

and streams of water.

 

as if a new sun has risen to meet my head.

 

a new person walked in,

and took everything that was dead.

  • Author: Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2017 14:40
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • phoebexmiles

    This is so inspirational. I can relate so much.

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Shadowbox15

    Such a pretty poem! Keep it up Sugar!



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