Poems are important
I wrote this sometime around April 5th and took a few months to finish it.
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The sky looks like the sea,
(there is so much to remember)
the reeds glitter in the breeze,
the wind does what it will
Some people, they walk in circles
each night until the Breath allows
them to recoil away from themselves.
Some people, their insight runs too deep.
The fog drunkenly meanders toward
the shoreline. There could be fog
one day (they warned), the gulls
appear unsuspecting as always
Some people, their Achilles Heal
is in their chest. Some people,
they beat beat beat so hard
in order to love this life
The sun reaches for the horizon
aches (to swallow whole) the
Lighthouse twists its bulb on
the descending dark
Sometimes, what rises from
the dust could never grow branches
with enough shelter to guard against
shrapnel falling from the inside
Sometimes, people put joy
on like a coat, just like tree bark
around all of those rings,
forming a protective shell
for the most sorrow