I am alone
in despair
collapsing beneath
the old Oak tree
Twisted
Broken
where the lightening once hit it
Bleeding
Breathing
No more
So I say to those around me
‘Let us be invisible together.’
And so,
The wind takes me up on my feet,
and the Lord moves his hand
to wipe clean my slate.
And the smile I found,
The happiness, The peace,
is here, with me
…And the Wind…
The ghouls and ghosts
of celebrations passed,
are here, with me,
…And The Wind….
And as we dance
towards the darkness
I turn my smiling face
to look back on those
who on a summer’s day
must look back on me,
Cold stone above,
Coffin below
As I lay
Bleeding
Breathing
No more
Beneath the Oak tree.
Now entombed
in green and gloss.
Those who laughed,
who turned away
Must now listen to my faraway laughter.
My laughter,
…And The Wind’s….
~LA
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