A seed separated from its tree.
The seed falls to its playground,
Innocent and unyielding.
The Earth nurtures it, sprouting its leaves.
The tree protects it,
Sheltering it from harm.
The seed grows into a sapling,
But grows no more.
The sun never shines on it,
And it withers, rotting inside.
The seedling dies,
Never to see the light again.
These eyes That once saw, Are now blurry And ruined. Visions run amok, Displaying foggy Amalgamations. Smells and taste Run vapid, With...
Amalgamations of A memory. Hauntings of An untold vice. Malice and Dubiety Incarnate Its existence Plagues our dreams, Reliving Traumas...
It doesn’t feel right, A long shot in the dark, A missed bullseye between the eyes. I can’t see well, My vision is blurry, My hands are...
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