Running through fields of green,
Sparks of lonely laughter,
and a gentle wind.
I spin around and spin some more,
until I wake up dazed,
on the cold hard floor.
Tears greet me with the same formalities,
a reflection laughs at my insanity.
I try to stand and I shake and squirm,
Only to end up wriggling, like a dying worm.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Running through fields of green,
Sparks of lonely laughter,
and a gentle wind.
I spin around and spin some more,
until I wake up dazed,
on the cold hard floor.
Tears greet me with the same formalities,
a reflection laughs at my insanity.
I try to stand and I shake and squirm,
Only to end up wriggling, like a dying worm.
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