Grass Blades
Suddenly, skin slits. . . . .
My fingers are bleeding – ew…
I taint the grass – and it smells like strife’s
(Close at hand)
Out of the blue, blades
Shred my once beloved hopes
Red grass cools me off
(Things are getting out of hand)
And THEN… the oceans
Overhead glitters and swirls
With awesome creatures
(Things are working out just fine)
Restlessly, mind plays
With fire and I’m fired…ooohh…
And I climb for my life – I laugh hard
(What a relief)
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