Jun 2014
back and forth,
slowly,
gently,
but just enough so
I can escape
this world.
I have to look in
just the right spot,
but when I find it
I'm gone
to a lush forest with
only
trees and skies
around me.
No more houses
or cars
or streets
or televisions
or toys.
And
no
more
people.
Just me,
swaying
in my own
little world
from my backyard.
slowly,
gently,
but just enough so
I can escape
this world.
I have to look in
just the right spot,
but when I find it
I'm gone
to a lush forest with
only
trees and skies
around me.
No more houses
or cars
or streets
or televisions
or toys.
And
no
more
people.
Just me,
swaying
in my own
little world
from my backyard.
This is one of two poems that branched off from one poem in my head. It is quite interesting to see how very different they turned out being. The other poem is "Daddy,".
