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Apr 2015
They said, my life, would never bother me
Though rainy and fleeted
Quaint hearted I would be
I laughed, I cried
I took life for what it'd be
But fool I had been
For a second to believe.

I woke, one day
Not tucked inside my bed
But yet, I dreamt
It had all been in my head
Like colors, abound
Perhaps it'd been a dream
It all, looked fake
Slowly drifting off like steam.

I walked, the road
Dusty as they came
And carried, my load
Myself I had to blame
The green, had gone
And now had only grey
Forever, this world
Bound I'd always stay.

The night, had come
But stars would never shine
Just black and cold
To me it fit my crime
I dug, my hole
And took my sweetest time
And laid, awhile
Just laying there I cried.

The cold, came in
Slowly eating me
I'd died awhile
Just bones was lost old me
I saw, my hole
Of where it used to be
For a rose, had grown
And I was finally free.
Mr E
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Mr E
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