I stand unable to move. These walls are closing in. The light dims. The empty space around me disappears. my fingers graze the bricks,my mind slowly dwindling. Looking out a breif passing ,flaw in design. I given a spear of sun ,to give me hope. Lifting my spirits ,I break down these walls. Standing above a wreckage,that I once endured. My hands are worn,the turn and look. Overwhelmed by the trees looking over the forest,which they will remain. To the clouds the soar,far above and over. The hills they wander,never knowing where they will end up ,hiding under the covers of life,the mother of all,is within us.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Nov 2013 00:42:42 +0000
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