
Who stares at the terrible state of the mess of the plastic society,
who thought what is right to turn a blind eye when tears, cries, and moans come from within,
who came across the other ocean to find the breaking and the taming with moments of fireflies
illuminating the field's growth,
who was blind but sees a castle and the promises of a dance, while holding on to the fantasy of forever,
who by dumping salt water to kill the infection of humanity only to find the fires in the forest grow,
who also has the will and the knowledge to walk the wondering road until the night will become the until the grave.
until the grave.
Who then left unsaid with cleanliness to the new chair of time.
About the Creator
Leah Hicks
I am choosing to write poetry as I have to keep learning and developing my psyche hopes to help someone along the way. By using my mind and the use of metaphor is another way I can describe the invisible.

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