Sanctuary
The wood
The quiet Night
The Earth underneath my boot
...Sanctuary
Here I don't have to talk
Here I am not asked for smiles
Here I am my darkest self...an existence away from everyone else
the moon condescendingly stares down on me...
I simply blow a kiss towards her.
Good Night now Miss.
I walk no straight path here
I go as my heart leads me
The creatures here are all enchanted by my tales of the other land
They've never known nation,self-doubt,angst,despair,disease,hatred for themselves.
They listen to me teary eyed as I wish to be them
They ask me who I am
I tell them...Poet of the night
Bound of no blood
Lost to a world I knew as a child, a helpless child
The winds blow daggers where I came from
I left the intrigued creatures for a spell...time alone
The wood
The quiet Night
The Earth underneath my boot
...Sanctuary
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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