Imagery Poem
Negativity.
The reason behind hate in this world.
An unearthly force that weighs down on your shoulders,
Like baleful, and behemoth boulders.
We’re forced to live in the darkness, as if the world was etched in charcoal, and the once vibrant hues of the flowers were no more than a vivid dream.
There is not even one sunbeam.
There are days I wonder if my mind is an engine or an exhaust masked with negativity.
Am I the master of what I think or are my ideas the result of deep thinking I'm only loosely aware of because my mind is in captivity.
But when the sun rises casting the trees in their virescent hues and bringing the warm golden tones back to the earth. Your steps feel lighter as you bask under the brilliant beams breaking through
Negativity.
The reason behind hate in this world.
An unearthly force that weighs down on your shoulders,
Like baleful, and behemoth boulders.
We’re forced to live in the darkness, as if the world was etched in charcoal, and the once vibrant hues of the flowers were no more than a vivid dream.
There is not even one sunbeam.
There are days I wonder if my mind is an engine or an exhaust masked with negativity.
Am I the master of what I think or are my ideas the result of deep thinking I'm only loosely aware of because my mind is in captivity.
But when the sun rises casting the trees in their virescent hues and bringing the warm golden tones back to the earth. Your steps feel lighter as you bask under the brilliant beams breaking through