[TW] Poetry by Jefferythebunny

Hi, i write alot of poetry and i thought i would share some here. the first one is titles Beautiful Field.

CW: this poem is about a girl having a panic attack and its using a metaphor of cars and highways and its very emotional

Can't we just sit here

Sit here and watch the world

Watch the breeze

Watch the clouds

Watch the flowers

Forget about the fear

Forget about the pain

Forget about the past

Cant we just be here now

Enjoy the moment

The beauty

Of the breeze

Of the clouds

Of the flowers

Release the fear of

Being alone

Because right now

I have you and you have me

Stop worrying about the future

Stop worrying about tomorrow

Stop worrying about when will it all end

I want to hold on to this moment

Forever

Hold onto the breeze

To the clouds

To the flowers

To you

What a shame

This field isn't

It's a little patch

Of beauty

In a freeway

I grasp on to my moment

As the gentle breeze

Turns into rushing winds from the cars

As the fluffy clouds

Turn into smog

As the flowers

Turn into a memorial

I grasp to you

As the cars blow you away

I hold as tight as I can

My finger nails cut into my hand

And your gone

Like you were never here

in the first place

My favorite memory

Light and airy

Filled the void

In my heart

But now the moment is gone

And the void

Is deeper than before

The fear of abandonment

Has left me alone

Lonelier that before

Because now I no

There is a way to fill the void

The cars keep rushing past

With every passing moment

My happiness gets farther away

Pushed with the force of 10,000 tons

Farther and farther

With an alarming speed

The roads grow

More and more

Closing in on my field

The 2 way street

Becomes a 5 lane highway

My field

becomes a lot

Ramps are added

My field shrinks

Multiple story over passes emerge

My field is now as big as my feet

I reach down to grab the flowers

But they wither

They crumble into the wind

I try to grasp the cloud like fog

It disperses into the air

I desperately try to inhale

What is left of the sweet breeze

The wind overcomes me

All of a sudden it's too much

The cars are too fast

I start to shrink

The wind is too strong

My hands go up to my ears

The commotion is too loud

I try to curl up

But the road is too close

And my patch is too small