Once upon a time
in a land far away
a little boy stopped crying
and fell out of the sky.
.
his tears watered the gardens
and from his fingers daffodils grew
but still no one noticed
his pain as he flew
.
out struck the mountains
and down came the rain
the little boy grew rivers
out of the blood in his wrists
.
he made friends with the songbirds
who sang in lament
as the vines wrapped like snake skins
around the boy's neck
.
he didn't feel tension
there wasn't a scream
because even through winter
flowers have sweet dreams
...
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH6 days ago in Critique
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