And the rain fell
And the water flowed back from whence it came.
And I stood still .
Tell me, what do I do when my arms
Have turned to stone
And my legs have become one with the earth?
And the Sun shone and rose again
Then, retreated back to its alcove
Along with the creatures that crawled the earth
Pray, why does stillness befall
And how does one become 'unstuck'?
And the winds continued to change
And the sea thrashed and settled
Why, do I not move
When the world already does that for me?
Why am I scared of the silence
That will come if I turn off the noise of distraction?
Why do my eyes stay closed
When I know the flowers wilt?
And the soil was nourished
And the flowers died.
About the Creator
Kyo Ra
I write satirical shorts and series. I also write poetry and general pieces on my findings of life.
If you like: dry, sarcastic, sometimes dark, humour, deep poetry or thoughtful, reflective articles, then look no further.
- Kyo Ra
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