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Beyond These Walls

I am in a field--
A beautiful meadow.
The daisies are whiter and
more dazzling than doves.
The blossoming pink and
Gold trees house birds that
chirp and tweet
away without a care,
seeming to forget the
world even exists.
The snow-capped mountains
glisten in the early
morning sunlight.

Then I wake up.
There are no daisies,
No trees, no birds.
The snow-capped mountains
no longer exist.
It's just me,
curled up underneath
a pile of blankets,
hiding from the terror
that awaits me
beyond these walls.





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Milo! said...
Mar. 28, 2010 at 8:00 pm
This is a great poem because it's something we can all relate to at one point or another.
You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
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