Here's a new poem that I just wrote:
"Sitting in a Tree"
by Brandon Bruno
Lacey and Stan, sitting in a tree
without much care for you or me;
my life's a rough one to bear
with my words, this I share:
Jealousy rears it's ugly head
when my heart least needs fed;
volumes of shadows and pain
find their way into my veins.
I know I can't sit and wait
for me to believe in fate;
I'm aware that she' not coming back
but it's hard to accept it as fact.
Indeed my heart is wasting away
like black and brown snow in May;
from the darkest of days and nights
to not cry, I must put up a fight.
But from the ashes and dust
comes courage that is a must;
soon I'll be free again
with me and my friends.
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