sunshine and poppy fields

poetry

Day by day, I’ll grow new leaves
I’ll change into a
a sturdy existence for someone else to lean on
As I sit on my bed, I am barely dreaming
my blood mounts, but my face has changed
I was unhappy as a child
I was unhappy as a teenager
as an adult, all I have left is potential
for unhappiness, I have grown up
joy hits me with the 3rd bottle of wine

One thought on “sunshine and poppy fields

  1. Roger Mugs's avatar

    that fourth tho… brings back the crackling.

    i must admit i’m probably as equally fascinated with your life of sadness/depression as you might be with mine of joy

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