I sighed as my soul tried to
escape from the jail
it was forced to be in,
guilty at trial.
{it had no say}
The leaves fluttered
against the car's
windows, slapping
themselves against
the glass, hoping
maybe a shard will
cut them in half
so they will be
free of their miserable
lives.
{but it's not so easy}
YOU ARE READING
shades of red
Poetrywhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
