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Cole Wurzel Apr 2013
Reaching back,
Staring into forgotten memories.
Hidden by fatal mistake,
regret.
Watching the scene as if a movie.
Looking at yourself,
Walking in innocence.
Hands held high reaching for a savior.

A step back to a place now foreign.
A place you have turned your back to,
Without hesitation.
Holding onto memories in a clenched fist.
Head thrown back to scream,
Trying to release your sins.
But it's not that easy.
Behind you was home,
Hardly it at all.

Lost your home in a battle.
Rocking back and forth crying,
Wishing you were innocent.
Wishing you were home,
But your home wants you gone.
Cole Wurzel Apr 2013
Peering into what seems to be a fairy tale.
As it rejects the outside world.
Hiding to protect its past.
But captured by those with a watchful eye.

Never fails to maintain tradition,
Emerging from behind the night sky.
To remind those who have been blinded,
And enlighten those who have remembered.

Perched upon a hill top,
Watching the fairy tale find its way into the open.
As a crisp breeze burns against my cheek.
To bring my back to reality.
Cole Wurzel Apr 2013
Caught off gaurd.
Staggers back,
Not knowing what to do,
Surrounded.

Draws quickly and grins.
Finding humor in the situation.
Listening to the birds in the right mind.
Hearing them spread word.
Spreading word of the gunslinger.

Lowers his head,
But not his arms, guns still raised.
While he thinks about his righteous path.
Looks up with his evil grin,
To make one last stand.

He lets out a deafening scream
And pulls the triggers.
Writing one last chapter,
To finish his righteous path.
Cole Wurzel Mar 2013
Laying waste to what used to be my promise land.
Lost the feeling of comfort it use to bring.
Wanting to be left alone,
While holding onto reality.

Living in an endless day dream,
Disconnected.
Tear drops tell my story,
From beginning to end.
Many see it but can't comprehend.

Walking through my promise land.
Absorbing its inner beauty,
While also taking in its pain.
Low hanging branches cover their scars.
Presenting a sensitive front.

Leaves lost through hardship,
But staying strong for others.
Initials of loved ones carved in its side.
Marking the point of their promise land.

— The End —