Where Am I
A new world. My mind is clear. I open my eyes as I realize tiny bright twinkling stars above.I raise my self off the ground. The ground made of orange sand and dirt nothing similar to earth. I am not breathing, but I am still alive, With no air going up my nostrils how do I survive. The land so warm, and vacant,standing amidst this new world, I was naked,I walked ahead,crowned with confusion. Where am I? Who am I and what am I doing here? These questions followed with a single tear. All around me was eccentric growth. Yellow plants with blue leaves, crystals hanging from each leaf. Trees made of light blinding my sight hanging from the branches, pieces of clouds complimenting the light, birds made of stone and diamonds. Their wings made of rose peddles and onyx. A purple substance flowing and glowing with effulgence. I followed the stream. Ahead I saw a city agleam with lights. Houses lifted by fragments of bright light,houses made of steel and green glass, blinking red lights,tunnels made of light leading to the unknown.The only thing known is I want to go home. To be continued...
Copyright © Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet | Year Posted 2012
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