Writing

You tell me to just let it go and forgive,

Yet whenever I try, you remind me of my sins,

I just want to let it go.

But you can’t help but call me crazy,

A new wave of leaders is coming.

Now,

we must prepare for the tide to rise.

How their caring eyes show they care

Oh, how loved I feel

My favorite people surround me

Everyone chose to love me

The clinking chain of the swing

The sweet smell of summer

Thundering sounds of someone throwing trash away in the distance

The scratching sounds of my pencil

The warm sun on my skin

Airplane flying overhead

Blood had never tasted so…sweet.

The Earth’s green terrain

Then a sudden refrain

Roads cut through nature’s expression

Trees fight to the sun

Cut down, their lives done

Their corpses a fatal reflection