Not only did I lose the chance to

be Happy in a whole new way

That was icing on the cake you burned

but I lost a friend, such a good one

How dare you mess him up so much

that Now he won’t be around anyone

How dare you take pure honey

and Stomp it into the dirt like a bug

Have you figured out yet

You have Fire and flames

Circling your irises Because

I just realized Ice and hail

Isn’t nearly as strong as I thought

I know she changed the Way you

Think about people like me

But I can do better than she did.

And I’m not the Person she is

You stumbling through empty days

And seeing life only in grays

Is such a tragic sight for the rest of us

When I remember the beauty in brightness .

“Single wild mushroom sprouts in the fallen leaves” by Mike Erskine on Unsplash

Thanks for reading this narrative poetry.


I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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