Poetry by Mia Bradley

Fleeting
 
How sweet
It is
To bleed
To be reminded
Of the day we cease
To breath
But
Mortality is far from curse
It gives our lives meaning
That the gods seek for
Screaming
O
How sweet it is
To bleed
Thunder

Thunder on a summer’s day

The sky untarnished silver

Not a cloud to be seen

Distant rumble

Wind’s soft caress

The bird’s still singing

Oblivious

Nature’s symphony

Thunder on a summer’s day

Thinking


This swirling whirlpool

The cacophony of sounds

Sometimes I wonder what would happen

If I released these vicious hounds

The thoughts that attack my mind

That constantly bombard me

Always seem to come up from behind

Faster

Faster

Running

Tornado

Hurricane

Thoughts whipping at my feeble brain

Constantly calling for my attention

These things that I can hardly contain

So I write them down

No random source of inspiration

Just thoughts that violently spin ‘round

I feel I am drowning

In this swirling whirlpool

The cacophony of sounds


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