Reid@YWP

And then there were two, 

Sitting on a bench by the bus stop.

Waiting.

Watching.

Two kids - teenagers - then young adults.

On different sides of the same story.

One representing tails

There’s a blackbird outside my window, 

but he doesn't sing. 

His golden eyes glow like horizons,  

pupils like sinking ships. 

Hours turn into days,

days turn into weeks. 

I can't get out of my head,

I get no sleep.

Scared to look under my bed,

because that's where my demons lay their heads.

With the curtains thrown wide 

we see the world gray 

and we know it's the fault of our own 

Spent far too long 

bearing crown, sword, and shield 

Orange, yellow, and red 
Swirled like a painter mixing his colors 
The brush strokes, light, heavy, loud 
A pallet of only the brightest colors 
Distracting him from the grip of life