Twigs and Sighs
Sitting through my armrest;gazing through my Window to avoid yesterday's pictures that's rushing through, a Heavy Sigh!
27 bones holding the dear Cup filled with Hot liquid so that I could drink my regrets, a Heavy Sigh!
God always Tried his best to keep this garden a lush with chrips and buzz, squeaks and Growls.
And I know all along that I am the one, being the wrecker I am, a Heavy sigh!
Now I look at it, brown decorating the green, No water falls of Butterflies, No Apian outfits, No Birds to sing to the Flowers who are trying their very best, a Heavy Sigh!
A Bushy tailed guy rushing through the autumn leaves to find his friend, The Leporine.
My eyes looks for him unconsciously and We lock eyes then he smiles, a Deep Heavy Sigh!
About this poem
Teenage is almost gone and I doubt my self for all the did's, looking back I always feel like I have done everything wrong so I pictured it like a garden that's breaking down. butterflies are my genuine smiles, bees represent my hard work, birds are my dear friends.. everything looks faded when you feel like falling. Squirrel (the tail guy) is my guardian angel (my mother) who is always there for me ,wishing to God (The Leporine) that I would do good but God looks at me , he smiles (a metaphor I used to represent that " Its okay, I'll be Okay") and The hare and Squirrel didn't give up on the garden just like My mother and The God and The autumn leaves tells that the leaves have turn brown, fallen down because for a reason, a new beginning, The spring. more »
Written on January 25, 2023
Submitted by raghavandhivya4 on January 25, 2023
Modified on March 14, 2023
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