Left behind,
Dust kicked in my face
as the lights of the pick-up
fade away in the darkness.
Frozen by shock and confusion,
So stiff that tears refuse to flow
under the royal blue sky
pondering on the adjacent events.
Hearing the eerie sounds,
Birds fly overhead following as
beauteous stars stretch above, yet
those lights don't cross my mind.
Touching the rough dirt,
Listening to the wind the
music travels from a distance
too far to make out the tune.
Lost in the wilderness,
No help for miles on end
forced to walk forward
with the world on my chest.
The sun starts to rise,
Feeling the cool breeze of the morning
Purple catches my eye
Dancing in the light.
One, lone flower,
As vibrant as the neon sign
alone in the wilderness,
left behind.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Left behind,
Dust kicked in my face
as the lights of the pick-up
fade away in the darkness.
Frozen by shock and confusion,
So stiff that tears refuse to flow
under the royal blue sky
pondering on the adjacent events.
Hearing the eerie sounds,
Birds fly overhead following as
beauteous stars stretch above, yet
those lights don't cross my mind.
Touching the rough dirt,
Listening to the wind the
music travels from a distance
too far to make out the tune.
Lost in the wilderness,
No help for miles on end
forced to walk forward
with the world on my chest.
The sun starts to rise,
Feeling the cool breeze of the morning
Purple catches my eye
Dancing in the light.
One, lone flower,
As vibrant as the neon sign
alone in the wilderness,
left behind.
-Written: June 29, 2016-
-Edited: September 9, 2016-
-Posted: January 16, 2017-
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