When I am older I hope to write about endless summers and sweet kisses in between
There must be a silver lining written somewhere in poetry
I’d like a vibrant sun to rain upon my skin and shower me with flecks of happiness
I want to be lost in laughter, drowning in bliss
How unfortunate the human condition is that I, a fragile soul, should have to die before I live.
Possibly the unknown is the greatest gift I have received and soon my young eyes will see what
I’ve been brutally missing.
I write this in desperate need of something to look forward to.
I used to be afraid of oblivion, but now it’s the only thing bringing me a smidge of hope.

◄ darlin you'll be okay

sad little soul ►


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Thu 4th May 2023 16:20

Perhaps old age is the best thing, something to look forward to, not run away from (an impossible task in any event). Wisdom before oblivion? A thought-provoking, well-scribed poem, Jordyn.

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Russell Jacklin

Thu 4th May 2023 09:20

You are a vibrant sun, and your poetry is your flecks of happiness.😊

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Thu 4th May 2023 06:17

Thanks Jordyn.

Your poetry IS that silver lining.

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