Noise and Deadly Toys
solitude
avoiding noise
and things in life
that are rude
twisted dreams
boxed in rooms
sparkling streams
life is air
fresh
without a care
night follows
bears and swallows
clean dirt
wet with moss
I'm here
I'm loss
trees whisper
their dreams
childhood lost
dark frost
lumber
free
of me
escape
it's just
a human trait
to create
destroy
employ
their tactics
noise deadly toys
rules us boys
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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