December 31, 2018.
beer caps and broken glass
Happiness hides in the corners of heartbreak
Liquid gold drips from your burning wounds
Pain is the most valuable resource we have
We learn less from gaining than we do lose.
I'm walking this dirt road, collecting beer caps and broken glass
I'm cutting myself open with other people's addictions
My hair is dancing in this evening breeze
I'm cold to the touch, but there's more air to breathe
For a moment, I thought about just laying down at the county's welcome sign
Using unmowed grass as a pillow to rest my head on
And freezing until the morning sun rose and thawed me out
Maybe I would learn something from the Earth's ground
But I knew that I had to keep walking
There was no such thing as slowing down
I have many dates to meet and people to greet
My excuses are no longer allowed
I would use these feelings to be grateful down the line
I'll tell my sorrow in poems, I'll tell them to the evergreens and pines
I'll let this chill linger on my lips and watch it melt when my spring arrives
I'm sure they'll be as beautiful as that sun rise
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2018-12-31 at 20:33
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