From One Spot

Tue, 06/25/2013 - 17:27 -- nxtm

Taste of water

Stroke of  sunshine

blossoming occurs

Petals painted with

vibrant color

growing gradually


Sun guides me

through the day

with a grin

with a sweat

Clouds handing me 

A bit of shade

under cerulean sky


Wind stirs me

Rain pours down

Sinking me into sludge

Wind won't lift me

Sun's grin turns to sneer

Staggering sole,

Crushes me in shoil


Not the only one breathing

their last breath this way



Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741