July 6, 2012
Please make the words flow from my pen,

please let me go at least one day without feel afraid

of the past, of the future, of living evermore.

I thirst to live in earnestness, a world where there

are no lies

to run through wet grassfields

to bathe in the gentlest sunshine

and never to feel alone again.

Instead I am trapped

in this world of dull colors

only the slightest moments of real feeling

punctuating the monotony.

Now you know why I daydream so much?

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback