Sacred place, it is
I lay on the ground
Soaking in the moisture and
the very green smell
I look to the white canopy above
and smile
sheepishly
my heart being caressed by the lovely words
uttered by thy soul
It's a lovely place
Close the door, opening my castle on the clouds
Closed from all bad days and bad nights
Closed from the monstrous glares and tiring faces
The endless criticisms
I can never run away to such beautiful places
Because monsters from my either world barge in
Bang the door
And scream
And pull
And drag me out.
O' ain't I the tired soul?

*Why can't you see?