Park-less Life

Thu, 06/05/2014 - 04:45 -- wreyna1

stepped inside 

stepped back out

The sun arose 

Then a showed covered


In the inside

It was hollow 

It was cold

But it was full of life


The wind blew 

Shacking the trees

Moving the grass

Swaying the flowers


breath turned to ice

Lips to blue

Skin as white as snow


The place that brings such great life

Now is the center of such great heartache 


It feels like death

Happiness had died


I stepped back to the other side

Nothing changed


trapped by death 

No way out

No site ahead


blink once 

There was darkness

blink twice

To be found in a field

Blink three times


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