My Evening~

Bark pressed to my face

A solitary grace

An altar with deep roots

Far beneath my boots

My flesh is old I know

But still I need to grow

I’m ever filled with passions

These things get me through the night

I have no shame, for I know that I am right

I will light a bright red candle

I will wait to watch it burn

Then, when no one can hear me

I will scream and I will yearn

Still, I will trudge onward, by now, contented with my pain

Embracing all the trees and crying in the rain~

hillbillycrone hillbillycrone
56-60, F
2 Responses Apr 27, 2012

Thanks for dropping by. :-)

pain and trees... walking among them both. I do a lot of that myself.