Nature

I can see the moon,

dip and hide behind the trees,

and it feels like

the clouds are taking over me.

And when the sun shines,

brightly upon the earth,

all your cries

just go unheard.



But when I taste saltwater,

like rain from my eyes,

nobody sees

that it’s a sign.


But there's treasure,

at the bottom of your bottle,

but once you are five 20 ounces deep,

you know you won’t find it.
 


I can see the moon,

dip and hide behind the trees,

scared of what lies underneath

the lies you told yourself.

But when the sun comes out,

and shines so bright,

you live another day.


And then you taste saltwater,

dripping onto the pages

where you poured your soul.

And you say

there's nothing wrong

with living,

for dying would be absurd.


But you still think

there’s a prize

at the lips of your pipe,

but when you can't stop

breathing each other's air,

you don’t think

you’re going to find it.


But the moon,

dips and hides behind the trees,

mountains,

and clouds,

and the sun,

is shone on your face.


That’s when you know

they can see

your scars.

And when you know,

you’ve become

a disgrace.


You fade

into the social scene,

and you fade

into how they want you to be.

You’re fading

into someone else’s bad dream,

you’re fading to escape your own life.


And you still taste saltwater,

though you’re

6 feet under,

and your soul

is damned.


And you still taste saltwater,

under the sad moon’s light.

And the moon dips

behind the trees,

never to be seen.

And it feels

like the sun,

won’t come out again,

when it’s buried.

under screams.

This poem is about: 
My family
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