Down the roads
Of too many unknowns,
I never know where everything could go.
Passed the valleys,
Mountain tops to tragedies,
Subsequent victories and moments faulty,
It is all strung along
With a mind in intervals wishing to think shallow,
Given one choice; to inhale and follow
The undying change,
The quick approaching rain
And bittersweet stains,
A constant digress,
Barely noticeable when it's a genuine moment of rest,
Unwaveringly never prepared to address
The avalanche of heavy waves,
Fire rain,
Constant change
Of a life that feels so heightened of emotions,
Giving away and the decay of devotion,
Nevertheless concluded in erosion-
But I lay frozen
As the mass of life closes in
Silently, ever so quietly, watching the events unfold, as by me, they were not chosen.
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Last Year's Flowers
PoetryIn the third installment, Last Year's Flowers, MissReads19's poetry takes on a new shape through storytelling. Crafted from fragments of poems written through time, Last Year's Flowers takes the reader on a fictionalized journey of love from beginni...
