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All Turns Silent in the Meadows
It was the strangest thing I saw that day
A grassy grove and a man shouting mad
I didn't even know what to say
His face dragged down by his eye bags
His feet slept on the dirt, twigs were the bed
Reaching the sky at his wrinkled fingers end
Shouting "My heart is dry so I ask from my head"
"What am I supposed to mend?"
"Their faces are what's left."
"The iron wind swept us all in the air, and there skin was far too fair, so thin that I heard every cleft."
"The shouting of others kept me awake, but now silence keeps me late."
"Why must I carry this weight, why was the wind too stubborn to eat me, and mark the others to their fate?"
In a blink and a bang, the man was lying on the grass
His red eyes now ran back
On his shirt were soggy sags and a wet mass
My body was left thin on red runny grass
Crushed by the things I kept to himself
A flatten smile met my frown
As I stared at the rusty wind that took myself
Copyright ©
Tony Starqauvious
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