I lay down in the grass. I felt your shadow where you were suposed to be. I reached in my pocket, withdrew my music. And cried just a little. Times have gotten rough. In every sense of the word. I let so much consume me. Now I let it free.
I lay in the grass, and wish were with me. I could almost hear your voice, "What on Earth are you doing?", And my lazy reply,"Laying on Earth." I put my arm over my eyes. I can't think strait for the sun.
I lay in the grass, wondering why more people don't. The dogs bark, the children cry, bills go unpaid, but, in the grass, nothing matters. I understand what is so beautiful about living on.
I lay in the grass, I feel a shadow fall across my face. I unwrap my arm from my face and look up, It's my captor, my time is up. I must go in. I look up at the barbwire fence, then to the sky. Then I sigh, and head in, because I can't fly away this time. |
Submission Name: Lay Down
