Screwed

by avrillorenzo

It was when I saw

the sun kissing the horizon goodbye,

full of promise of them meeting again;

the rain sacrificing itself to cool

the ground from the burns it

subjected itself just to feel the sun,

the heat seeping into its core;

the leaves falling from trees

with slow sways of hope

guided by wisps of wind

wishing that when they are shredded,

decomposed,

they will grow, live again,

in the arms of their tree..

 

It was when I saw things this way

that I knew

 

I was screwed.

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