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Jenna Abbott Poem
The wind gusted over the forsaken hills
The grasp of its strong, imperishable hands causing a trill of noise
Echoing and rebounding over the delicate curves of the Earth.
The smell of strong grasses and pollens stuck to the winds never ending lungs
Sending both dirt and leaves rustling amidst the scene
Trees and abundances of green licked at the delicate breeze,
As the dance of the sky was mimicked nonchalant by the jubilant bees
The worries of winter long gone
Due the brightening days of the freshly bathed dawn.
Copyright © Jenna Abbott | Year Posted 2022
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Jenna Abbott Poem
Wish you were a ghost, a long forgotten ghost who’s name was long forsaken
Wish you were anyone but You. Miserable, depressed, sad You.
Uncaring, unlikable, untalented You.
In the shadows of dusk with no will to go
No will to leave this misunderstood place of nothing and no one
But over time the walls of this moldy room start to crack and break
Leaving only hope and energy of the day- tomorrow- when you will be loved and happy
Wish you were a ghost, a long remembered ghost whose name was long admired
Wish you were no one but You. Wonderful, happy, beautiful You.
Copyright © Jenna Abbott | Year Posted 2022
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