when i
was young
i learned
to crawl
to walk
to live
to fight
to fall
.
when i
was small
i tried
to call
the pretty
birds
that loved
to drawl.
.
when i
was naïve
i took
a leap
off the ledge
that carried
me
.
when i
got old
i tried
to be bold
but cynicism
took hold
said what
i could be
if i was
a little cold
.
when i
once lived
i was
quite weak
couldn't break
the bonds
restraining me
.
i drown
in pressure
in pain
in pleasure
i die
in life
and all
it's treasures
.
looking back
if i could
change one thing
i'd learn
to love
and
what it meant
to be free
tbh I'm not quite sure why I wrote this. I just got thinking about if Zoë Nightshade had regrets, and if she ever got to terms with them. I think she would have.
plus, rhyming