Green - Poem by David Solomon
My life ended,
On my way from solitary.
Two Black birds,
Swirled above my head.
In the Snow this was strange to me,
I questioned my place of being myself.
Exists my thoughts, each thought, in the place of loneliness,
Where snow whirls in all directions,
Confused, blocking out the colors of the trees.
All I see is green.
These two birds were not inside me,
They followed, a parallel process to mine,
Alongside each of my footsteps.
One bird would succeed the other, and that other would be bound to follow,
Like the steps I take leaving my home.
I left my home out of guilt,
For it has been since a long time that I left,
To visit the place I pitty.
I want to be there, out of the goodness of my soul,
But it is a place I regret going, each time,
As I could be writing.
The two birds,
Black in a world of white and green.
I wondered of them, for my time
I know is to end.
I cried to these birds,
To forget who I am.
I am not worthy of emotions,
Or ideas and sentiments such as these.
I stifle their meaning,
As I try to give them what I lack in my introverted world.
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