Dragging his
shadow into the wilderness
His thirst grew stronger and stronger.
The veins of his arms filled up with her scent
His tortured body aching with every move
He turned to look at the house one last time
The windows covered in memories
What should have been minutes seemed to go on
for ever?
The sleeve of
his jacket covered in red stains
What will I do?
These thoughts filling his mind
Walking past snow covered pine trees
A happy occasion for most
Silence biting through him
His eyes widen with every move
The sky so clear
Blue crystals hanging on the trees reflecting
his identity
Masked by a hat and scarf wine and yellow
lines patterned on them
Crying nature roaring out to one another
Messengers of the wild
His heart felt the dagger
Isolation brought sadness
As he leaned against the road to freedom
Statues of that
first day they met caught his eye
A simple heart with each other’s initial
captured within
Caged by beauty
Standing alone now
No one to guide him on his journey
A breath fell from his lips
As the sirens passed by him
He lay in an
unmarked grave
The red
stained sleeves catching the light.
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