[ very mild bloodlike substance warning ] [ if you are sensitive to this, you can read the poetry without clicking the green flag! ] {}{}{} [ Bark ] Trees grow a new ring of bark every year To hide their sorrow. My layers are scarred through and through in a harsh, smoothing pattern From around my sapling core To the outer layers I show to the mocking sun. [ Wilting ] The fields are stubborn with poppies and marigold, Their shine trodden flat by my dull pacing talons. Their ersatz hues hide a sea of wilted dandelions The light has turned its face from them If even dandelions wilt, what hope does that leave for me? What right do I have to lay in this nest, While other broken birds fly free? What right do I have to sing an elegy, While they lift their rallying cries to the cold light? What right do I have to nest in these high branches, When the roots below look so welcoming? While my equally ailing brothers accept the sky's challenge, Laying their wilted dandelion crowns to rest, My feathers are dust in the wind. Would it be right If I left? The key in my hands is Too far out of reach Because this is the cage that I built Myself. {}{}{} My mental health's been Not Great, but Shinesprout's is Worse, so I decided to write him some more poetry yeehaw It's bad poetry but like it's not like i have the motivation to do basically anything else these days- Anyway the image is not all mine - for the background I drew up the base and palette and entered the prompt, after which an AI created the background for me and I just had to add Shinesprout, stars, and flying cats~ Pretty sure this man's father is in the process of dying and so Shinesprout needs to get a grip because my man is going to be living a lot longer and hopefully this won't break him entirely- What very well may break him entirely is Mousepelt's eventual death tbh Aaaaaanyway, enjoy, more actual content hopefully coming soon /lh {}{}{} *screaming* i literally put the wrong poem title on the image whyyyyyyyyyyyyy /lh
