Today’s haiku challenge:
My style is the five/seven/five syllable structure. Here are my 5 haiku poems.
think of all the paths
we could’ve walked together
we now walk alone.
when I think on us —
a negative photograph —
it’s all distortions.
my depression think
is cavernous spiraling
where the bats won’t go.
anxiety think
is a blossoming minefield
waiting for my soil.
do you think the bees
are cognizant of how much
their stinger hurts us?
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