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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