PineTreePoetry
@pinetreepoetry.bsky.social
Poet,Writer
Curious how to do Journalism.
Curious how to do Journalism.
The Cell.
This cold cell.
Is somehow.
Like the sweltering inferno
Hell.
I've endured dark confinement.
For what feels like eternity
But now, I stand victorious.
Oh, this sky—glorious.
How I have yearned for you,
This fresh morning dew.
Who could've known I'd lose such intimacy with you?
🌲HL/25.
This cold cell.
Is somehow.
Like the sweltering inferno
Hell.
I've endured dark confinement.
For what feels like eternity
But now, I stand victorious.
Oh, this sky—glorious.
How I have yearned for you,
This fresh morning dew.
Who could've known I'd lose such intimacy with you?
🌲HL/25.
May 29, 2025 at 3:50 AM
The Cell.
This cold cell.
Is somehow.
Like the sweltering inferno
Hell.
I've endured dark confinement.
For what feels like eternity
But now, I stand victorious.
Oh, this sky—glorious.
How I have yearned for you,
This fresh morning dew.
Who could've known I'd lose such intimacy with you?
🌲HL/25.
This cold cell.
Is somehow.
Like the sweltering inferno
Hell.
I've endured dark confinement.
For what feels like eternity
But now, I stand victorious.
Oh, this sky—glorious.
How I have yearned for you,
This fresh morning dew.
Who could've known I'd lose such intimacy with you?
🌲HL/25.