letter to the anti

My boy, you've got to simmer down

yours worries, fears, not but a clown

a wave of doubt that will soon pass

you must'nt forget that you, the noun

are a noble tree against the wind

whose leaves will rustle and wear thin

but seasons pass and cycle sun

soon come the new one hundred and one

stay grounded in roots that feed on sin

to blossom kin in the cult of fun

i tell you now because eclipse

does not mean the eternal shift

of the planet called you

is trapped in a bind

i can see to the other side

and let me say, you can do better

Reviews

[Rainheart]

Really nice poem, I enjoyed the metaphors.