Author: Msmiis PM
I was inspired to write something after reading my friend's poem, and this is what came to me. A rather short poem about a more unhappy side of the season of spring, with some hints for love and loss.Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 106 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3031927
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They say the spring is coming, but
I cannot feel the sun
shining down its rays so numbing
cheering spirits one by one.
The grass is wet here on my feet,
and I hear no sweet birds sing.
This scene reflects my mood, indeed;
heavy clouds and sharp cool winds.
I try to see the positive, I do.
It just avoids me, runs and hides.
I think, if I cannot get to you,
there is nothing for me here, besides.
What is there to live for, then,
if all the world grows black?
Let holy women pray - amen.
Let me die.
Or please come back.