Aghh been a while since I decided to get back into writing

idk why the Gods didn't allow me to write my thoughts as though they knew I'd be so beautiful with words so when I write it's repeated sayings like a broken record but when I speak it sounds like the wind blowing into trees

they burnt me out like a forest being lit on fire as if every tree was a hobby and when the wind blew it connected the fire to each leaf slowly going to flames and the only thing I could do is watch

(Two different poems btw)

I know it's rough and just straight out there but that's what I love about poetry is when you either have to dissect each phrase and line or it's given there for you to just admire and let it sink in.