breathe life
So, when everyone dies breathing
I hold my mind and start screaming.
Maybe,
Maybe, someone who's restless
would hear me, find me, save me.
Maybe,
Maybe, they'd take me out of here.
In the woods, the silence runs.
Maybe,
Maybe, it loses but doesn't stop.
In my mind, somewhere there's
that silence running still.
The rains drop wet on the floor.
The forests are quite, quiet.
I hope there's someone restless out there
someone who breathes life.
Copyright © august child | Year Posted 2024
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