Alone

• Artist: makaab
• Description: I was sitting in the woods one day, and just started writing this.
  Must have been the weather, or the color of the sky.
• Date: 08/05/2009
• Tags: alone

Not a boy.
No more of a man.
Not a credit to the plan, but the plan moves on.
Constantly chasing the feeling,defacing all options erasing the right path.
Not concerning himself with even a thought of the aftermath.
Time moves, and goes on to prove,the hole in the sand,too thick to move.
Its too late.
Reaching for ropes,too short or too lose,
proves for good use of stable but crude noose.
The sound of breathing,whimpers and fumbling wood.
silence..., a slight breeze......,

cello's.

Comments

[Victoria Mirabella Gates]

Bravo it is very good!