How is it that your arrows pierce the dove?
When such a thing is deemed detestable.
When stars are shining, you see flames above
And finding things of beauty laughable.
You are the fog that hides the colorful.
When sunlight glows, your rains take it away
Which squanders life and deeply wounds my soul
As you relive the life from yesterday.
I wish the winds would blow you far away
For when I am at peace, you are distressed,
Especially when nothing goes your way,
The mourning sun can't rise after it sets.
If one keeps living always in the past
No real happy memories will last.
About the Creator
Holly Nace
Library nerd. I write stories, books, and poems. My poetry delves into the melancholy and bright, the painful and the wistful. I hope my words resonate with and inspire others.
"Tomorrow is too far away
So I will live just for today."
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