You Could Use A Good Cry

Night lights and stuff

The lightening bugs

glowed within the jar.

Breaths of life

gasped through dead grass

and metallic holes.

You set it on the shelf; fireflies

in your room, above your bed,

and watch your dreams

hover and fill the room, crowded

like smoke,

like fire.

Reviews

[ZakLeonRamsey]

I don't understand what this poem about, I hope I'm not offending you but I'm not use to poems like this. Can you explain this to me please.