bazel42

My home is roughened with bare hands.
Worn over by wasted time.
Rain and wind tear me down,

And I let it consume me.

The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.
Leaving traces of their story.

Walls.
They hold me hostage,
from the world outside.
Escaping?
Not an option.
Im cuaght in my own words restricting my freedom.
 

I try to fight but my bruised words dont let me free.
Cranes fly, we die, and im still moving forward.
Yet my bruised words dont let me free.
 

These flowers wilt with are worried sorrows,
Bringing back the beuty unseen. 
Through this earth are petals crumble.
And unhinge these hidden secrets. 
 

the beach full of seashells and sand.
seaweed or crabs. the sand squishing
between my toes the nice ocean breez.
that's what i love about beaches. 
you can be free!

 

pass throw catch,
running swiftly.
scoring a goal,
yelling your teamate's name.
getting whacked or dropping the ball,
having fun and playing a sport.