my first poem, feel free to criticize
SKIN.
I pray to the wind
hows everything gone bad
feelings of numbness has returned
hearts turning blue, so is my skin
I'm pulling the blinds
the company of dark is glad
all alone, kinda nice kinda quiet
yet lonely, wasn't this a win?
when I was a bud,
dreaming of when I were to be a flower
red and pink like the sunrise sky
dancing in the wind, petals full of power
who knew being loved would be my only desire?
I talk to the wind, feeling it on my face
hoping to catch life with the same pace
yesterday I fixed a routine for me to follow
only to burn out and observe as it hollows
why do I get bored so quick?
is it coz my skin's broken
or it is because my dad is a ***?
all the times I tried to show him what I had,
only to get neglected
starting to think everything is my fault,
the forest fires, the floods, the storms
the murders, the suicides, the neglect,
the lack of love, lack of love, love.
right dad?
