May
27
May
27
Like sand in an
May
27
Like falling snow
May
27
The walls I built
May
27
The fire you set
May
26
Like a fish hooked
Like a fish hooked
and reeled I went to the
surface that was once
above me
and a new one appeared
This is far from
what I was used to
Filled with puffs of whites
the beauty, far from what
I could explain.
It ended too soon
as I was dropped back
under to where I was
And it looks dark compared
to where I been up there