Prena Poetry

i have known things but not happiness

i am just another earthly impression. withered, and tangled in this web. there has been people like me, there will be people like me; dented and demented, for weaving a tapestry out of chaos ( chaos ) that spread from skin to skin and bones to bones. like a disease. like a sadness. that dug the dirt on your chest and buried a corpse of a nameless stranger. i have seen the dawn, diying at my doorstep. rivers flowing back. mountains collapsing down. and trees begging to be ripped apart.