anna.dauerman

Another teardrop falls to my pillow
Another night awake worrying
Wide-eyed and distressed 
I lie there unable to form thoughts 
Since all I feel is anger buzzing through my body

The sun is ready to rest,
and fill the night with a deep navy.
Light speckles the sky,
shimmering in a far distance.
Streetlights diminish,
and the world goes into focus.
I can go outside and gaze above me,

Step after step,
I carry myself forward through a hike with no view.
No moment of relief of gazing out into the depths of the evergreens, 
while listening to the chirping birds
and taking in the smell of the crisp air.

Smooth tan stones cover the ground
Where merchants sell jewelry
And people stroll through the city
Pomegranates are piled in baskets
And Armenian pottery shimmers under the sun

The smell of fresh pita and fried falafel

take me somewhere
where flowers never die
and the butterflies dance between their petals
where the stars twinkle in the night 
and the sunsets are streaked with pastels

let me escape from reality

All day 
Every day
Your lungs open wide to the world
as you absorb carbon dioxide
creating a balance on earth
Or so there should be
If only we didnt ruin it for you
Cutting down forests
polluting our atomosphere